MAGIC!

when I grab my pen n’ pad I write, yo

like a sideshow with a tight flow

hypo n’ I might go get the mic blown

light dro till my mind slows n’ my eyes glow

sight’s mo’ clear than ice hoe, I’m a psycho

yo, ya flow’s so wack

I go mo’ spazz on a promo track

with a dome so gacked n' a snow cone packed

then I blow fat stacks on some coke n' caps

yea, that’s that shit

rack fat hits in a gacked panic

like a crack addict as I rap classics

it’s a bad habit, call it black magic

but I’m back at it with the usual

loose unit, indisputable

when the fuse is full n’ I lose my cool

in the booth I rule, I’m a ruthless fool!

 

face it, as I stand adjacent to this mic no days get wasted

takin’ names and stayin’ awake blazin’ jays up in my basement

E-V-I-L cause I give ya the D in the name of Satan

brain is racin’, layin’ on the pavement shakin’ from my drug cravings

ain’t chasin’ fame or payments but it’s blatant i’mma make ‘em

impatiently waitin’ for that day like an inmates liberation

ain’t playin’, slayin’ these words I’m sprayin’ as I lay ‘em

raisin’ hell like Satan, chase whores with chainsaws like Patrick Bateman

 

this as real as it gets

the fear in ya chest isn’t merely in jest

bitch I’m clearly a threat, did ya hear what I said?

I’m veerin’ ahead n’ ya hearin’ the best

can ya feel this finesse?

I'm clearly a mess from the beers n' the cess

think I'm nearin' my death, sniffin' gear in the shed

disappear to my nest, reappear at the sesh

this that venom i pent up n' vent on a page

very deranged, with a pen i'm insane

rollin’ indo n’ i'm ready to bake

when the bets are at stake do whatever it takes

step to me mate, it’s a terrible fate

they who enter my lane end up dead in the lake

that’s an effort in vein n’ a dreadful mistake

so prepare to awake at the heavenly gates