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as a childÂ…mostly
I couldn't.  It wasn't meat loaf,
it wasn't chicken or rice,
it wasn't 6 hotdogs at lunch with craft dinner on top,
it wasn't sloppy joes, it wasn't

preferences, I'm just saying, c'mon now

(repeat Chorus)

Verse 2:

(Page One)
Keep them hands movin from the right to the left
I take my craft as seriously

BITCH CRAFT 

YEAH YOU WANNA GO OUT 'CAUSE IT'S RAINING AND BLOWING 

YOU CAN'T GO OUT 'CAUSE YOUR ROOTS ARE SHOWING 

DYE EM BLACK - DYE EM BLACK 

BLACK

shaped craft above
Beckons us to ascend
A spectacle of light
And fluorescent halogens

This lingering pain, they take it away
They take me away
One on each

Darkness calls
The moon shatters in my eye
From the dusty path beside my house
Arts and crafts
The main doors have stained glass
Beneath my room
Is

Forgip mir in dino genada
Spähida enti craft tiuflun za
Unida Stanna enti arc za

choices. It bored him
His digital blood boiled sometimes, when he wished to disconnect
Disconnect from this world, blow up the craft and finally become
what

craft to fit the masses

(What? What? What? What?)
What's that shit on the radio?
It sounds like they've made it so they could make it
What's that shit

craft mounts
Thousands of solar cells
Which deliver up to 120 watts of power
For it's communications and
Instrumentation needs
With a 30-minute launch

on
Ticking isn't truly endless
These facts entwine to form a sign
To craft your voice in heart and mind
So make your choice and make it right
Will we be ours?

black snow

The Snowgoons are battering rams
Through your speaker
Hazardus craft that´ll freeze ya
Earthquaking bangers
And smackers that slap all who´s

A spaceman came traveling
On his ship from a far
It was light years away
Since his mission had start
And over a village he halted his craft
And it

The ability to spread agony
A sick craft you truly master
The enduring thirst for power and dominion
Poison, obsessional voracity
Dangerous strength

Pray God you can cope
I stand outside this woman's work
This woman's world
Ooh, it's hard on the man
Now his part is over
Now starts the craft

when I open my case
From the roads to the road to be great, yeah
Dad told me, "Find a craft and go and master it"
Now he ain't gotta graft, he just

throbbing razor
Beast into your Jefferies tube
So lower your shields! Spread your nacelles!
Make room for his craft!
As he ducts his delta flyer into
Your big

know it's been
A pleasure to know y'all

Who the rap master? I blast past the sky
My craft match the gods
The cash pass through prize
Let's break it up,

perfect the craft
Dem waan di whole cake buh cyaan finish half

Play no games, fear no change
Anticipate whole gyal pon waist
Old skool car, mi nuh need new

Jah! Los geht's, du Waschlappen!
(Hölle, Hölle, Hölle, Hölle) dJ Craft!
Kannibalen in Zivil! Let's get behindert!
Heul doch, du Hurensohn! Böhse

it's doors for good
It's been a few months and
Folks are moving on to selling firewood
I sell my craft for half it's price
To city folk passing by

navel-gazey
Lacking both in craft and rigor
'Cause you're just a fucking nig-

Big, black and queer-ass American Broadway
Big, black and queer-ass American

fans I'm gon' drop soon, some things just can't be rushed
Man, it's a craft, man, it's a process, I gotta keep it up
If I wasn't me, who would I be?

immaculate blast and you gone
My craft is beyond mastered
It's blasphemy having me on a song
For less than three 16's like
A chapter from John
Rappers get laid

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