Kraftworks The UMC's

[Verse 1: Haas G.]
Half a leg, half a leg, fans to the left of me
Fans to the right of me, meet the new society
U-N-I-V-E-R-S-A-L MC’S, who’s posse
Prophet and Kwazi, Kool and me, a Haas G
Is here to spark it firmly from the Island
Don’t concern me if you’re wylin’ like a thug, but do if you intend to bug
Since my intentions are to make it fun for all
The fruit of nature menu Haas has placed you’re your wall
Observe and pick, reserve the flick
For when the UMC is out to serve with hits
Most sought after, it is I, the born crafter
That makes a body shake, rattle, and roll after
The music ceased, I’m pushing for it first
There’s none that can stand the kraftworks, kraftworks, kraftworks

[Verse 2: Kool Kim + (Haas G.)]
Serve I, I serve I, new styles I flow live
Global children revelry, spread ‘cause my ability
Built to do the masses, to enhance each person’s happiness
Now my words you just won’t miss, put each in a state of bliss
If the fan is hidden, then I may just say nirvana
Cookin’ when I rhyme so would you call me Benihana?
In time I just may wanna, heat ya like a sauna
(True, we do speak abstract) But in time, we know you’re gonna
Sing each line, each rhyme in harmony
Yes, song is a part of me, since my life first started, see
Now I am all I can be by using my mentality
By speaking so emphatically but not acting erratically
So on and so forth, so forth and so on
I’ll link her on and on and clap first to my song