Hey my name is Micah and I hate to rap
And I don't know why but I'm doin it now
I'm sittin on my chair in front of my desk
Comin up with rhymes that'll cause a wreck
When I'm done there will be nobody left
All my so called competitors are my pets
I copyright every single one of my rhymes
Once you hear them, you'll talk like a mime
All I need is a little bit of time
And I'll write my rhymes down above a straight line
I am so unorthodox
If I eat a peanut I will go into anaphylactic shock
There is no end to my lyrics just like dot dot dot
I'll never go and follow the flock
Your possy'll be comin over sayin knock knock
To keep all those haters out I will lock my locks
Every one that exists will want to stalk
When they see me writin my rhymes down with some chalk
I came up with all of these rhymes inside of my head
I wrote em all down usin plenty of lead
Well I'm kinda sick of thinkin
My favorite president's lincoln
My stomach's growlin
I need some food
My stomach's howin
Food needs to be chewed
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
8, 9, 10, and 11
Cuz my name is Micah and I need a nap
And I don't know why but I'm takin one now
The seven tracks on the debut from CRFT are breathtakingly beautiful, blending jazz, ambient music, and soul into a dreamy cohesive whole. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 3, 2022
Songwriter and producer CRFT celebrates his spirituality and family on this thoughtful debut LP, featuring Blu, nobigdyl, and more. Bandcamp New & Notable May 10, 2022