Lyrics:
Uh, yea AC MJ yuh
Uh, uh, uh
Time limit
I'm committed
To the craft I'm addicted
We the biggest
Time limit
I'm committed
To the craft I'm addicted
We
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
the grand City Hall in New York
We'd an elegant craft, it was rigged 'fore and aft
And how the trade winds drove her
She had twenty-three masts and she
time to look back
Shit, I pull up to the spot
Doing business in the back
Put my money on my craft
Cause I got it like that
Ridin' round the city
My MO, is just to get mo
Master my Craft ten fold
On my mama I gotta keep it simple
My MO, is just to get mo
Master my Craft ten fold
On my mama I
New school, old school, kickin' it like a fool
Yeah I make my own rules, new me, let loose
Workin' on my craft, I ain't gon' finish last
You just sit
Ah, this is your captain speaking thank
You for flying with Flock Fresco
Air crafts, where we flock freshly
If you are not flocking
You are dying we
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
Trust
And we're never coming home
Underwater basket-weaving, (we got some arts and crafts)
Meth-amphetamine symposiums, (they last a couple days)
African
by a mask
You hiding your feelings you know thats a fact
You calling me whack but look what i craft
You calling me whack but look what i craft
Feast
next to me
I can't awkwardly craft in advance
I know, that you wouldn't fall for that
You say "Shut up and take my hand"
And we carry on
I don't
Working on my craft
I'm grinding every single day
Got me staying up late
And then I'm missing
Half my day
If you want this life
Then you can never
the lab
Working on this formula been working on my craft
It's incredible how I made something outta nothing
Like it's magic
I remember times we ain't really
next to me
I can't awkwardly craft in advance
I know, that you wouldn't fall for that
You say "Shut up and take my hand"
And we carry on
I don't
you will protect
Pure of heart and fierce in will
Mad for his craft
Rough on the edges
Distant and cold
With burning desire to shine
Artist that you
Yeah, Gen X hit you with another remix
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah
What happened to rap?
What happened to MCs in honin' the craft
What happened to beat
Heaven's borders
Sunlight stricken in
Cultural degradation
Lenin's ball invitations going fast
Senegal's secret country retreat arts and crafts
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
People said i can't rap let me do it for you
People said i can't craft let me show it to you
Unseen talent let me take the challenge
Eating up
Rise and shining rays appear
Before your eyes open
Better load the craft, depart
Engaging autoflight
Taken by the frequency
No longer just
in the clubs where the night sways
Dj gaetano crafts new ways
With synths and bass, visions arise
Where music leads and the mutation flies
Mutant
The more emotion I put into it
The harder I rock i drop the truth
Cause rhyming is more than just my craft
The missile is aimed
To blow you out
swinging
Don't close the coffin yet, I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
Connection to principal craft has been lost
Attempt to reconnect in
In time you'll realize
That life is but a mold
To be one with the seas
Is to fly on broken wings
Craft it to how you see fit
Recognize powers
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