Lyrics:
of Christians coming out of the new church
There's a big disparity from what you find in scripture
And you can tell from the prevalence of sin more in culture
Because you've got to make a move
Which will put yourself out
Of your own control
Into the control of a better
If you don't believe in the
Christian kind
believe me stand for Jesus like him youll be rejected
Got me feeling like Hey Boy Im on another level
Trusting God no matter what so Im walking by faith
Boy
the ugly beast raise
Beauty behind my falling leaves
To a Rosé thought to be magic underneath
Thoughts all in my head is doubt
Cross bone to the death
to talk about in the beauty parlor
Keep it hot like lava, yeah
It's Rakim Allah
I know you find it hard to believe that
I am the genie
with a powerful toast
Why would you believe in what you have never seen?
Why should you go to places you have never been?
How could you believe
when I'm not
Two big chairs sittin' side by side
With a Holy bible and a TV guide
TV guide, TV guide, great God o' mighty
It's a TV guide
I got
would make it then I made it
That's goals
I don't believe in magic and I don't believe in luck
I'm truly blessed
He comes to Protect
Anointed
the girls and the boys know someday
That love can take us there
Doesn't matter if the magic you believe in
Everybody's got it, go ahead and tell your demons
Live from the working class trash bin
Where I'm surrounded by tax
Payers and soon-to-be has-beens
Where Afghanis in tents are in the past-tense
on my heart, my first tough decision
In the shadows, clingin' to my soul as my only critic
Where's my faith? Told you I was Christian, but just not
you
Magic rainbow ride
Got you by my side
I'm feeling so brand new
Now that I pushed through
(O-o-o)
Now that I've pushed through
(O-o-o)
Showing me off
dimension
As if history was invented
By a Christian who witnessed another Christian get a vision
So then the Christian who happened to be named
Decided
Ouuu
This the beat?
Yeah this the beat
Ouuu
Ouuu
Said I need a plan B, they ain't believe in me
I'ma kick down the door this a B&E
My father was
villain, living wild, I got saved, got amnesia
Don't believe me check the title, think ya never knew me
I got so much tracks im packed looks like im up
I don't get it, why they don't believe in us
Lot of talkin', I don't think they saying much
I'm the topic, I'm who they be looking up
Got the shades
but not the kind in the can
The kind in the drank cooler or in the drink stand
These niggas got faith in they strap like a crucifix
Run on there knees
make these niggas put his name on the wall
And everywhere I go, I got Mr. Magic here
Because I know that nigga don't care
He'll have that red shit
make these niggas put his name on the wall
And everywhere I go, I got Mr. Magic here
Because I know that nigga don't care
He'll have that red shit
worries go tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Do you believe in magic like I do?
You make my worries disappear
(That’s cool)
I got a craving for all of your
to get Canaan I was hating to sit by
And watch all of my years slip by
And feel all of these tears drip down my face damn it's hot
Up in this oven got
Young Rich and Slick's got ya
Well in peace
I don't know why they wanna call me up every Easter Sunday to the altar
Maybe the music I am doin' is never
stay alone in my home
I bought that Christian Dior
So Many things I afford
Folding clothes at home
Kissing rose that at home
Pictures froze and I go
In
They got no melody
They got no melody
They got only dissonance
They got only dissonance
They got no melody
They got no melody
You believe in magic
You
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