Lyrics:
iffy
About as helpful as god damn clippy
And I don't need no help
It's just me and these
Arts & Crafts robots and Gadgets
Lock up in a room zoom through
style like we
Real goon we a get dem gyal ease
Quick n easy dem drawers ah fly way
Tru di banga fulla craft that craft man could never find
Mih still ah
cheap
I got kush in my wallet I'm zoned by the weed
Never gon stop and I put that on me
Conquered my craft now I’m stuck on repeat
I got to eat till my
statistics, look at the playlist
Not about charts, all about interest
Bigging dem up who share mine
Ama alie, dem are fam ah mine
Done and dusted, the craft's
last
Cause these people they be hatin' on my only craft
Yeah fuck all of that shit I put it in the past
Lemme focus on that bag I'm racin' to that cash
I
life
Was just as it is
As for this blasphemous world I go after it
Rap is my craft
It's universal like Catholic
After this rappin' biz I still
Will go
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
The epitome of raw rhyme
Got signed, got serious about the craft
Of raw rhyme and I got mine, Aquemini's
Murderous monster, move minds
Did it so hard that
warning tide turning
Moon burning slow motion
Waves that you ride
Just to bolster your pride
But if it's love that you're after
The craft of a hero
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
I'm bout to cause chaos steady bustin' ya bra's
Witch to witch craft, my chemistry with your seance
Fuck the bullshit, livin' in the zone of my
""Severe ways of penitence Bleeding offers to divine ecstasy Brutal craft of pure molestation Echoing words of redemption calling souls of bleeding
the way, I formulate my craft
Worrying 'bout how I achieve things
The way I analyze shit and how I percieve things
My style is real, like lamb skin
Oczywiste jest że favemc jest lepsze od hypixela
Zabijam znów creepera craft'uję oko endera
Potem idę zabić tego jebanego ni**era ni**era
Chyba będzie afera
I been sittin' on that thought for a minute, now I got time for a minute
I'm never poppin' no shit
I focus most on my craft, I stay on top of my
techniques for glazing pottery
Wood-craft, first-aid, home economy
Madam, Adam will be overjoyed!
When he becomes aware of
Your attainments he'll
they own masterpiece
The crafts elite, we going past the beat
The latest technique no other place get as deep
Who parks release some of the worlds
the way, I formulate my craft
Worrying 'bout how I achieve things
The way I analyze shit and how I percieve things
My style is real, like lamb skin
Twas a wonderful craft she was rigged fore and aft
And oh how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts she had twenty-seven masts
And they called
How many steps
Arteries of ice only separate
Wretched hands craft plumage
Over tomes that record ages
Eyes under hoods of ebony
Nebula of mist
witch craft"
"Immortal, Salvation, I bleed the sky, for he rythes upon the cross, bleeding the Jewish lies"
craft
Stash your dough
Stay on the low
But never be the last to know
The next level or plateau be international
The grass'll grow
You know
Cash'll
excels in Ur, descending to their underworld.
is placed on Shugurra, the crown of the Steppe.
He gave me the craft of the spell; he gave me determination.
never stop
Never stop
I go where the masses go
We all act natural
Think rational
Those ____ some blow(?)
Cats have to know
Master your craft
Stash your
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