Lyrics:
I heard it takes
Ten thousand hours
To be the master of your craft
One hundred ways
That I could change
My attitude keeps me on track
To defend
questions
Oblivious to overhead
Still you're kept blinded
Expand your sights, gaze above
Watch the illusions unravel
Contours of strange craft are
like, 'yo, I'll be there in a jiff'
Then I double back with some trees, like the dreads on my head I get twist
Put time in my craft, you would've
the craft of the father
I know you have a little life in you yet
I know you've got a lot of strength left
I know you've got a little life in you yet
I
game and plinko in my style
Money, stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds
But I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town
Can we
the horror waits no more
In its place waits utter devotion
A breach in the bow would allow the craft to sink again
Reaching down to tear the wings from
East, West, South shit
Good witches, I fuck with
Hopped off of my broomstick
Witchcraft, bitch craft
Light magic, it's nothing
Orisha, my alter
that follow the craft
The end of the honor, the order of Solomon's wrath
The sender, the armor, the slaughter, the fall of Shahbaz
The lender,
this hip-hop thing
You had a fling
Me? I'm like holy matrimonies and wedding rings
Married to the craft
Your catalog I bury in a flash
Remind me
fucking fast
Yeah, I gotta figure out a way to make the paper last
And I promise all my niggas that I won't quit on my craft
But I keep inspiring people
craft, steady developing
And I made up my mind, it was the time
Look her right dead in her eye, tell her I will never make it slip
So how me fi calm
a lens
Didn't buy a chain, I bought a MX with a RED
Didn't buy to flex
I'm better spending all I got to invest in my craft
And triple-double all
Punishment!
The Craft of the Axe
Crushing your bones
Execution!
These pair of wings
Are my offering
For Endless times
Sacred Justice
Pain
Running with the pack now your former life has past You are now immortal learn the Hunter's craft Can you hear them singing? The creatures of the night
putting in the work but nowadays it isn't easily done
I know we work on the craft
Is there a Heaven for us hip-hop heathens that still didn't crack?
fit to cool me ayy
Give me the ice water e fit to cool me
I carry my ankara right under duvet
Loosing my gain and loss
Bad man na mr craft trap out
dropping
I got it yo, I can't break my promise
You dudes be out of pocket
So you don't get the time of day or no cash from my wallet
Work on your craft
me be Pacific I wanna be down in your South Seas
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean means 'Small Craft Advisory'
So if I capsize
Possessed soldiers, gods of war
Ogun triumphant, release his horde
Masters of violence work their craft born in battle
Death commands
Shadow
Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witch craft when
Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witch craft when
Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witch craft when
Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witch craft when
Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witch craft when
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