Lyrics:
On board the craft, I noticed a lot of electrical-like ceiling lines, like the lines in the human brain. There are windows or screen areas all around
the 23rd song
Yeah it could of been tragic for the boy from the scums
Yeah he got the craft-matic no rest till I won
Life took a stab at him couldn't
of ya want to be foolish this bad mandate bitch is
true to the shit,envoke the spirits like the craft's
Serve the niggas half the stash in case
a sink in gold
He got it, no fight, no more meds, twilight in the game
He got it on my hover craft, have another laugh
Pop on a handstand, twilight in
of your mind
Will never open if lock them with your doubt
Every scene or live
Starting in your head (head)
Every paint or craft
Living through you hand
the omen
You can't kill a God like the Romans, uh
Take my time to craft shit
'Cause I don't like back and forths with Puff about rap shit
Crutches,
Howling calls
翻るFingertips
While the sleight of hand
Fire breath
For a juggling act
Leave behind
With the witches of the craft
Sometimes it let trip
Ok, and for a start
there was a craft sale of the heart
Where things are made and things are sold
and returned into the gold from whence they came
in the streets
And the pain's on full release
So I'll black on every beat
But I'll let this bitch breathe
They never thought I'd craft my dreams from
From days of Salem when the craft became alive.
The Wicken way has seen the congregation thrive.
The moon and goddess of the earth a solemn face.
Raise em up!
Ok
Ok, yeah, let's get it
Yeah
My MNDCFT dip
My MNDCFT switch
My MNDCFT hit
My MNDCFT-craft lit!
My MNDCFT dip
My MNDCFT switch
My
craft
Top class tell dem we a top class
Call mi goat cause mi a nyam grass
Sell callaloo pon mi balahoo cart
Mek couple dolla invest ina mi craft
We
swine did you find the black truffle, your organisation needs a whole new shuffle
Corporate corruption at the very top level, your craft and assumptions
Rapture, mastered the ceremonial master craft
Of the masterminds who craft masters
Master and viber from Brooklyn Island
Legendary asylum, Black Star shining
music
God bless the art that you're doing.
That craft that you put, I see you working my nigga
Just wanted to bless your craft, bro
And just wanted
Dreaming of enhanced feelings
Words with no loss of meaning
Known limits shall give away
Fresh apples that won't decay
Breathing craft and will
Sun
and paper craft
Shut the world out, home at last
Woolly blankets on the beds
Crochet stars and flowers red
Books piled high, close our eyes
Outside
and paper craft
Shut the world out, home at last
Woolly blankets on the beds
Crochet stars and flowers red
Books piled high, close our eyes
Outside
Picture bloodbaths and elevator shafts
Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft
Check the print, it's where veterans spark
A cousin of Knievel
Collision of love,
A trillion flocks of silver doves
Once Picassos mother
Paint, paint away
Craft the spirit,
Form the clay
When it's
of landscaping craft
Oh, I know everyone around here
I said oh, I know everyone around here
Acidic bath forever wrath
Go down the alleyway
The brick’ll always
New craft are so safe, no risk, no risk
All are up to day on technology
Reflecting the sun all meant nickel parts
Long luxury run, never crash, never
in cabana
EH, EH, EH
Take time baby bruk
Off for me, ohh
Take time when I bruk
Off the ting, ohh
Lost track when you
Come up to me, ohh
Witch craft's
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
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