Intro
I’m bout to show you how a young boy rap.
Bout to make my mark of this industry cap.
Don’t give me any of this school boy crap.
Coz I’m bout to make my mark on this music map!
Verse 1
I’m the new boy on this music scene.
I don’t write lyrics to be mean.
But my lyrics, they won’t stay clean.
Ya’ll know just what I mean.
Learn from me I’m a lyrical teacher.
Next big thing, I’m the next main feature.
The words that I speak are my nature.
Break the beat down to fit the club rapture.
I know in this game it’s filthy.
But it ain’t just bout being wealthy.
These lyrics I use to keep me healthy.
Everything I do is just stealthily.
Before I started this I had was scrambling for cash,
But I had my main man bish to the bash.
So I focused on life like Johnny Fash,
And now people who is looking flash?
Chorus
It’s C-R-A-I-G.
Coming through for the world to see,
Damn right, mother fucker it’s me,
So now you’ll just have to le things be.
Coz it’s C-R-A-I-G.
I’m the new boy on this music scene,
Going places you ain’t even seen in your dreams,
Cold hearted and lyrics so damn mean.
You won’t forget the name of this lyrical machine.
Verse 2
As I was growing getting drunk and stuff.
I don’t remember many girls saying is was buff,
But I remember many guys saying I was tough.
But to me, it just weren’t enough.
So I invented myself in this music game.
Cashing six figure cheques and bagging the fame.
I’m putting all the guys back then to shame,
And so began the beginning of this Brinkman reign.
Learn from the best,
It’s my lyrical interest.
All my lyrics come from inside my chest,
All my feelings that I want to confess.
This maybe only my fifteenth year,
But I take this game into fifth gear.
Forget the dark; I’m your new fear.
I’m so good I should be featured on Chicken and Beer.
Coz everyone be wanting their fifteen minutes of fame.
But the fact is I only need three minutes to put you to shame.
I take it to another level in this music game,
Now what’s my name? What’s my name?
[CHORUS]
Verse 3
The fact is you will probably hear this through the grapevine,
And there will be several questions on your mind.
How, what, where, who and why?
But for me it’s simply do or die.
I’m cool, calculated and I sure won’t stop.
The real deal of urban hip ‘hop.
Say fuck to those who say I will flop.
I know what I can do, what I’m made of.
I’m pumping this body up physically,
And I’m making my mind up logically.
Flowing these lyrics at you lyrically,
And tipping my neck up crystally.
You see I’m the best thing since slice bread.
And all the hoes are fucking me in bed.
Freestylists have something new to dread,
It’s me and the lyrics from my head.
[CHORUS] – Repeat twice
It’s C-R-A-I-G!
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