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I perfect the craft with my eyes closed
Multiply and add my disciples
Subtract the bad from my cycle (Yeah)
I been focus, focus
Ya lose when I move
I

the minimum payment
I am somebody
I was waking up early in the morning 
Trying to prefect the craft 
I am somebody
Now I'm the man
Now I'm the man
Now I'm

worthwhile
Oh you're passion clearly shows
You're dedicated to your craft
Your actions are proof of that
Let's make a photo album of you...
Taking pictures

to the bag
Enable yourself to impact
All the people who are sad
All the people who don't have

Yeah
Hovers
This is my craft
Yeah
Hovers
Yeah
This is my craft

A talent that can't be evicted
Anyone can tell you this shit
A blacksmith of my craft
I craft inexplicably vast
Enough that it could pop ones ass, and make

the future, untold

Make it in several steps, engage in the process
You'll iterate through it the faster the progress
Settle back to your craft feed the cycle

Forrest Gump flow keep running 
Something
Craft it from nothing 
What they craft is booty 
Reminiscent of a blumpkin
Kiss my ass 
Passing gass 
Pape' full

I sit back and craft a plot
Then just go connect the dots

The dot
The dot
The dot 
Dots
In the stars 
I sketch out
I see my thoughts
And gotta get em

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

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

the curraghs along Conamara’s coast
In that wee craft on the murderous sea my four fine brothers drowned
And Kelly does not care a whit, for he made their farm

intune intact Ta change used ways of the viewed path
That can stray who's awake away from prude mass
Stay ya way don't change used crafts
Be you strain ya

put it in a bag
Never wanna get like too attached
Said I couldn't do it, said I couldn't make the draft
Yeah, I'm just way too focused on my craft

Put

We have No pickaxe bumpin 

You still mine craft when i craft mine styling 
You still all the same on the backstreet mugging

exhibit my craft you can’t touch I forbid it, you’re boogers to noses I pick it then flick it, I’m holding my ticket in line to go get it

And after Zach

cannot be move 
I shoot for the stars but I aim for the moon

Yeah 
All the way men 
You know the craft is really 
What we should be talking about all time

through your day and believe a single fucking word you say
Everything’s great! as you craft your self-made myth 

The lies you spew to further craft your

buff...to how the world a guh
Dolla coin like mi buss granny purse yaso
Mi do mi craft wid wisdom
When mi fly out a big gun mi bring dung
Shot a stick ina yuh

ain't about just making them rhyme
It's about spending that time
Sacrifices
Blood, sweat and tears to perfect your craft, 
You can't just give half,
It's

I got to protect my name, got to perfect my aim
Got to perfect my craft, got to stay on my game
Shorty I already know your type, I know you trying

yall was grabbin some ass
I practiced practiced
Until I mastered a craft
Slow and steady beat that rabbit runnin fast
Runnin fast

Yeah the turtle done

your brain 
Caliber force maintains control
AK extracts teeth and bone 
Shots and fire this war’s song
Prepare to board another craft 
Prepare to greet

up another new bag 
Be right back, be right back
Hold up,
Lambo truck full trunk
Big in the ass yeh big room
VVS pehne studs 
Digging my craft, yeh big

pictures in my second no attention
Do it for craft its called fucking passion
Do it for craft its art expression

Hop on wave riding the tides
See you no