Lyrics:
to work us woe
His craft and power are great
And armed with cruel hate
On earth is not his equal
That word above all earthly powers
No thanks to them
I walk on this path
twas a path set for me before my birth
two birds with one stone
practicing my craft
praise my idols, praise all the Gods
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
Trap craft
На моем теле
Дизайнер
Я trap тренер
Для твоей хоу всегда занят
Будешь базарить
Пули быстро вас поранят
Как решето
created from the Craft, this is past fictious
Fif, tell em how we was when we last wen' visit
Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be
It seems
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
He got a wizened face
And a crooked staff
He works his art
He works his craft
I got Moses in my life
He got the evil eye
He got leather skin
He
bring
I've lost my best craft
Going foolishly back
To where to Sirens sing
I've stared up at the place where the water meets the sky
And though I
Master of my craft, master of the universe
Master of my own fate until the day I'm in the dirt
Master of my craft, master of the ceremony
Anti
Chorus
It’s, all on you
care about your craft
A truth it’s not
Unless you make a start
Coz what you’re doing
Was chosen from the start
A truth it’s not
Funny monkey, making us all laugh,
Swinging through the trees, with his playful craft.
With a somersault and a little cheeky dance,
Funny monkey,
Three time Nobel Peace Prize winner
First black man to pilot an air craft
The nigga that made up the Nike Swoosh
The man that made cool Aid say, "Ohh
on the radio.
Scare at a channel port
Small craft warnings to keep to shore.
Lobstermen thought they saw
A submarine
Half submerged suspiciously.
Though I
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
created this monster
crawling in and walking out on us
to think that we craft our own disasters
falling in and falling out of hope
don't leave me, I need
quoted tracks while we spoke math, blowin' fast
Expose the craft, first picks chosen in the draft
I don't flash, hoes love me cause I hold a stash
Known
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
Mind your business
Mind your business
Mind your never-shut, Quonset hut business
My craft is exploding
It's like I'm making cloisonné
bevies and have a good sup,
I'll no part o' this fancy O' Brian's dreamed up,
Find some other idiot to pilot your craft,
And tomorrow ye'll be sober.
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
Yeah, shada-di-da-da
Sugar (hahaha)
Yah, man (hahaha)
Check it
Didn't think I would last, I'm adrift on a draft
While I'm flippin' my craft, hold
Arctic wintery worlds in mind
Possessed forever
By the chains of time
Beastly crafts comes with the snow
We bring the coming
Of our demonstorm
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