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smacked
Yeah, y'all get smacked
And the drank just like some craft (craft)
We don't talk about it like that

Big slow on prescription meds
I just

a contract
When they get out but they never will

I made sure that they would
Have to follow my path
I made sure that I could
Keep perfectin' my craft
I made

Eriatarka

The Mars Volta

De-Loused in the Comatorium

2003

pure 
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh

Trackmarked amoeba lands craft 
Cartwheel of scratches 
Dress the tapeworm as pet 
Tenticles smirk, please

pure 
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh

Trackmarked amoeba lands craft 
Cartwheel of scratches 
Dress the tapeworm as pet 
Tenticles smirk, please

real

Now my mom wants me to work
Pretending like she ain't got no idea how much my craft will earn (please)
Every page is a paycheck I push the most

Always went into overtime, just to craft my skills
That shit weren't one take
Fake always knew he was fake
Shame, got to accept what on my plate
I never

I been locked in, tryna work on my craft 
Fixing every void, tryna fill every gap
Just like Chris Breezy, every song finna slap
And if you say you're

5,4,3,2,1

Watch us take off in a space craft
Watch us fly against the sky
Watch us travelling through galaxies
Watch us travel real fast

Where

(Ay, Tjay, you made this?)
(Tores, why you snub like that?)
I keep my grind going, yeah, I'm never stoppin'
I work hard on my craft, every few months

herring craft their trawlers
Their fishing smacks as well
They long to fight that bitter night
And battle with the swell

Methinks I see a host of craft

the one that soothes my guilt 

we craft narratives out of broken memories
I can't tell the ones I love from the ones I loathe
we craft narratives out

had to peek
Learn to mind your business or business'll end up tragically
Gotta master the craft before master can craft a masterpiece
Looked up I had

Space craft, hovering above the planet
Are they, friend or foe
Should we, make first contact
Does anyone know
Does anyone know

What if, they call

name
I got fire in my eye mhmm
I was destined for this craft mhmm
I've been working on my Art mhm
I got fire in my eye
I got fire in my eye, ima airplane

been working on my craft
Round the crock
Bout the crack
I don’t stop
That’s a fact
Get the funds
Bout a gear
That’s a check
That’s a soul
Whole world

on my craft tho
You know I keep it cookin
Gettin cheese by the mack truck
You know I keep it cookin
Never sleepin I can't lack tho
You know I keep it

to the reason, they hating my craft this shit is facts, I’m a just snap
Yeah
Back to the back of the back
Back to the block
Back to the racks
Back to the reason, I

Yeah
Ladies and Gentlemen
Yo, yo
Arts and Crafts on the way, aye
Arts and Crafts on the way, aye
Arts and Crafts on the way, aye
Yo, yo, yo
Pick up

coughs
Blades sharp
Bullet holes
Craft beer
Life goals
Blades sharp
Bullet holes
Craft beer
Life goals
Craft beer
Life goals
Burning
Escaping
Puffing away

I’m content, not complacent
Forgiving, not indulgent
Tryna craft my verses so they’re cogent
Thin lines between the aforementioned pairs
I’ve seen

perfecting my craft (Baby just listen)
Then when I dash get to my cash, I never looking (Then I go missing)
I just wanna laugh, get over past. perfecting my

I want a bag, you want it too
Get to it fast, get me some loot
Building my craft, paying my dues
Wire the transfer, gon' send it through
All this is

I'm going crazy with my craft just like Doctor Mannette
Bury my shoe making tools cause I won't stop until my death
I have made too many songs that

We just came  to have a good time
Spit rhymes, unwind, and let the art shine
Grind and refine our craft... every night
Put our hearts into this,