Hey welcome to the Craft Hour this is the Craft Hour with your host Dylan Ross on the knitting needles of steel
[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
A new year got me headed to the bank again
When I lift it up I'm coming with the strength of ten
When I rip and resonate through the tape cassette
Props to the dust witch with an eighth of wet
I got a beat that'll break your neck shits real
Ross man don't feel just place the bets
I'm the ace of bass coming at you with grace
And the Volunteer style that you can't replace
I'm a basket case when I'm digging through crates to scrounge up fat loops for the ritual mane
Plus I'm holding on to residuals mane
I'm lackadaisical with a lack of digital bang
I'm the proof that not all shit is hitting the same
I'ma rearrange your thoughts when I get in your brain
Mint 2 coming through bout to rip it again by the end I will know whether or not if you hip to the game
[Chorus]
So just tell me what you tell me what you want and I'ma give you everything I'm working with (working with) [x4]
[Verse 2: Dylan Ross]
The money maker hands put money in rubber bands
Dylan love the bay like J love Japan
Backpack back pockets in my denim
501's are played so I'm adding 10 to make it 511
Coming live and direct with a cornucopia of mellow shit shoutouts to Mr. Brady and Moka O but y'all don't know me though
I'm coming out with my best I never stress coming from the middle of the West
12 years I've been rippin' it mane and got the Skytrain smelling like an indica strain
I smash hard through the city of rain
Rubba-dub finna chop it up like a King Tubby Dub
I got bad attendance but the jazz is endless
Proficient prolific producer is mad demented with the funky free flow and I can show you
When I set the time machine back to 92' Dukes
[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
A new year got me headed to the bank again
When I lift it up I'm coming with the strength of ten
When I rip and resonate through the tape cassette
Props to the dust witch with an eighth of wet
I got a beat that'll break your neck shits real
Ross man don't feel just place the bets
I'm the ace of bass coming at you with grace
And the Volunteer style that you can't replace
I'm a basket case when I'm digging through crates to scrounge up fat loops for the ritual mane
Plus I'm holding on to residuals mane
I'm lackadaisical with a lack of digital bang
I'm the proof that not all shit is hitting the same
I'ma rearrange your thoughts when I get in your brain
Mint 2 coming through bout to rip it again by the end I will know whether or not if you hip to the game
[Chorus]
So just tell me what you tell me what you want and I'ma give you everything I'm working with (working with) [x4]
[Verse 2: Dylan Ross]
The money maker hands put money in rubber bands
Dylan love the bay like J love Japan
Backpack back pockets in my denim
501's are played so I'm adding 10 to make it 511
Coming live and direct with a cornucopia of mellow shit shoutouts to Mr. Brady and Moka O but y'all don't know me though
I'm coming out with my best I never stress coming from the middle of the West
12 years I've been rippin' it mane and got the Skytrain smelling like an indica strain
I smash hard through the city of rain
Rubba-dub finna chop it up like a King Tubby Dub
I got bad attendance but the jazz is endless
Proficient prolific producer is mad demented with the funky free flow and I can show you
When I set the time machine back to 92' Dukes
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