Yy - Craftsmen lyrics

[Verse One: John Smith] Our road brothers are bone crushers Stone cutters So stubborn, there's no budging or blown cover Heed the threats, a secret set Meets the flesh out, fresh mouth, weed on breath You gotta get it down deeper as you be on deck See John expect to see the rest of P.L.S And who charts all the time? (That's us, that's us) Peanuts & Corn, Break Bread (uh huh, uh huh) That's the right crew I make sure before I tell these fakes for the last time, "I don't like you" I cycle Scope the text Rifle Rolodex, detailing the vitals My night moves on top of tight grooves, y'all like to lose And it's softer than ripe fruit Gettin' dated, we ain't single, we're dedicated May mingle but take minutes for meditating Y'all play Bingo trying to fill in the next line While Johnny's hitting Polly, strictly off of the head rhymes Of unknown dopes Smudge in your drink Smitty pulling out the stops like unplugging the sink You can get snuffed in the alley or slugged in the rink I've been around since before Cam'my was f**ing with pink So what's cracking? Get it right you scum f**s You rapping? You bet your life on a come up Imagine if your bread was right, that's dumb luck We craftsmen, we measure twice and cut once [Hook: John Smith] Craftsmen Who wanna know, who's askin'? The main attraction of famous faction From the fringe we invaded this rap sh** Hit the stages, make the pay and bounce quick Platinum [?] wax yeah Blazing DATS and razing tracks and that's it Happy we led the life that some lust We craftsmen, we measure twice and cut once [Verse Two: Yy] It's a Small price At all costs alright? Call us whatever you call "nice" All else, sacrifice all else That's the life The first thing you do it twice We work the way to define No need to date and a time And each we save are combined with sheets of paper I'm about to shape him a fine till we break the design I don't bite, I build a rhyme With the fine sand Hundred grit Kinda hope You got a fine hand before you spit the primer coat [?] paint, show us how long you been in this Then you do another coat to give a nice finish Things used to be made better Acknowledge oldness Y'all didn't need an apprentice You call us [?] Our work ethic is solid gold, believe it You don't put this much time into something and just leave it It's like breathing Once you're initiated You turn your back on the craft you get asphyxiated And the feeling don't...pa** It's a pa**ion That's the code of the craftsmen You wanna learn, you don't ask What they know they don't say 'em They don't trust someone with secrets if they might go and betray 'em From the end of the work day to the edge of the A.M Got every two eared phony wanting to throw up their name Because we're craftsmen [Hook] [Verse Three: Mcenroe] I'm Mike Holmes when it comes to a beat Be on Better Homes and Gardens, never MTV You need Light tones and dry wit type poems That I writ, locally owned [?] And I spent Many moons as the Apprentice Not the Donald Trump sh**, stick to independence Need to have a blueprint to really build a sentence Cause a foundation ship means instant obsolescence Grand master beat maker, got my papers here Piling up the acres can't escape my sphere Never trade my labor for a case of beer This is top grade, made to make 'em make some fear This is bars put together with some mortar and brick and your's Better be clever cause I'm sorta particular The foreman bound to make you tear it down, rebuild Solidify the ground and refill And we still Be real leaders in the land of overk** Seen a million cheaters and we stand alone still Don't fly by night while we finish the contract They're in and they're out no contact I give the new kids just two to live Pay for tutelage And no way does it ever get lucrative They're part time s**ers, it shows with every sale Break new ground while they ride the rail We craftsmen [Hook]