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frying up my mental

Yes chef
King of crafts and the kitchen
Arts and crafts from the scratch 
While they're busy fucking bitching
Pinching pennies

Hearken ye, muddy creatures! I got the idea of the century! HOORAY!

Alright!
Here is the plan, my filthy friends
Of the most sacred craft in these

remember much more than that
Inspired, your fire
If you were here you'd love my craft

Do do do do do do do do do do
Do do do do
Do do do do do do do do do

next
Stayed down now it's time to flex 
Always stay focus and Perfecting my craft
Sing to me sing to me yea
I love how you do it 
Bad and bouji bad

The danger of this craft
It threw me on my back

Then the fear kicks in
It came from deep within
Underneath the hood
Some things must be good
But some things

the work everyday of the week
Master the craft while I dabble with ink
You call it a copy, I call it distinct
Turning you down so I can hear myself think

on my craft and grinding
Hear my songs and see you laugh 
I'm the boss don't need no staff 
Had a dream that was insane 
Made it happen on my own 
Say I

Want this bad, imA give it all i got
Hope i crash, they been tryna kill my drive
No distractions you can’t kill the vibe
Took my craft and i took it

to hold me back 
I been on a lonely path 
Funny fact 
I been tryna level up my only craft
Yeah yeah
Level up my only craft, yeah yeah
You should know

sixty five, stare at this paint
Dried smooth
While I'm creased by time
And I hate that I don't hate you
I wish I could craft you out of clay
Build you

the people of the world
Tonight's the night, they take our lives
Now I see a bright light

A craft approaches earth

Can you believe it
I'm not the only one

Kobe's  jersey
But that's when I get back, to my craft and yeah I spit facts
Forget the paper I rip tracks, if they say I'm off then it's cap
Whatever I

years, no project I finally dropped one
Lessons I learned, by making these bitter memories
Subtle demeanor, I show no hatred to enemies

Honed the craft

would be the man
Watch how I'm coming
Yea I gotta shine
Doing what I'm pose too
Music touch ya heart like grandmama soul food
Working on my craft

tell me what the fuck wrong wit these hoes mane?
Everyday working, perfecting my craft (My craft)
Use to be hooping, never thought I'll rap (Would rap)

hype
And no one compares 
And that seems right
A one man army
And a master in my craft
From start to finish
It's a real class act

Eclectic in style

we've become
Abhorrent warlords profit from our disdain
Hands that craft the art of forlorn
This is now our coming demise
Wretched tyrants now roll

Towards the pantheon of ancient times
Archaic crafts of gods and men
Merged in blood and soil
Immortalized shall be

Serpent that dwells in

the Mac, stab it fast, craft a track
Grab the grass, to pack and pass
Maxin', that's a fact
When we're at it, we're apt to make sure the show stays action

conscience but I guess that Im resilient 
Cause they couldn't break a gangsta cause my souls wasn't willing

There ain't no one that can l compare to my craft

want to get my craft and hit the moon
So we gone get high tonight link up tonight
All these hoes mad cause you fine alright
Yea my bitch thick like apple

is business, That shit is forever
Stop looking back at artifacts comparing arts and crafts 
I am legend, ain't no comparison it's just arts and crafts

keeps me broke
I toss the glass and flush the grass and try to stomp the gas
But ain't no roads where my Tom Tom say I'm supposed to go
Hoover craft

Craft my shit up so I can be hot in my city
I did some dirty cuz I hate to be hungry
So I don’t really care if you’re not feeling me
Just let me know