This is a song about "Magic the gather"

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Spit magic im dumbledore run the game til my foot sore

No magic, these leaders, it's tragic no need to breathe, the heater

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Sid's got the magic, watch him burn

Don't regurgitate my sperm

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

Busy dreaming about the magic which i'm weaving

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

Wish i had the esp, or use a little black magic

The kundalini serpent is the source of my magic.

K9's all in the kitchen way before i even heard of mike vick

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Fucking the game up, working magic with this johnson

This is for the magic grill where noodle dreams are made

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait