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contact (prolonged eye contact)
Lick your lips to make it more comforting

Do you want to see a magic trick?
Do you want to see a magic trick?
Do you

A caravan of slaves with their hands tied
They have their eyes fixed on the ground
And they are stepping on this land
They follow the pompous man

an intervention you are just bitching
Man this is magic
So fantastic
Drenched in flashes
Nothing is tragic
Just Embrace it
Walking in Nameless
And Feeling Shameless

the mirror like
I'm Candy Man
Nigel said he get it by the caravan
(The African)
Johnny Dang gon make the bitch an avalanche
(Johnny)
We trap and scam, and we

Landi, Afghanistan
Been spazzing I am the man, quick call him ambulance
Sam I am been doing this since my mama had a caravan, I'm here win
I don't see any

Um, I don’t skate enough so why I
Got these Vans on my feet?
They maneuver like manure
Caravans on my feet
Intruder come in and shoot you
Going HAM

was a man i met name Patrick Margrethe
He did a whole lots of magic trick with just a single stick
I was so impressed Amazing flowing with magic
I got

Wanna Be a Baller

Michael Watts

Sittin' Fat Down South: Platinum Collection

2003

Moet along
I'm hot, find me lookin good, diamonds against my wood
Man it's understood -- got money in my hood
I'm pushing big body can't stop me
For

we're diamond
Keep shining
Keep grinding
Keep shining 
It's all black magic baby


OUTRO
Yea
This is black magic
For all of ya’ll working man
Against

the hourglass (the hourglass)
Do you mean it if you can't take it back?
Sand in the hourglass (the hourglass)
Keep my name alive once the time pass by me
Sand in

No man should live life dreamin’ without execution
Excellence invades souls to do this
Hard work, should not elude us
Instead become congruent

Young man, you'd better mind how you talk to me
Haha! And who are you?

I'm a doctor from England
Where I edit a medical journal
I've visited the Home for

to ditch the caravan
Cause they was following ya mans
Put the weed
In the bong
Spark ya blunts
Light ya cones
I be gettin so high
I'm in another time zone
If

Verse 1
This is the tale of a man
Called Ray 
Never commits
Or comes to play
 
Quick of tongue
Not by the pen
Leaves you waiting
Till the very end
 

Westward wagons lighting out 
In wretched caravans
Peopled by the wolfish shapes 
Of all the pious hooligans
That bleeding sun retreating
In its

The latest victim, a 35 year old man
Shot in the head
A masochist with an elaborate plan to get
A hammer and a banana clip
And smash your head and split it in

I'm from we like to ride on foes
Do it from the shoulders or do it from the tools
I do my dirt all by my lonely (all by my lonely)
C-Murder and Magic

We're leading by the real magic
Gotta promise me, promise me, promise me, promise me man
Gotta promise me, promise me, promise me, promise me man
Life is

Young nigga behold, the challenge of a day-to-day basis
Cover the pitcher mound and we loaded all of our bases
Surrounded by strange faces familiar

caravan
I’ma show these war pigs the interplanetary man
Fairies wear pricey kicks, shit is frickin’ beautiful
I’m tearing up the stereo at your electric

springs
My momma gave birth in a caravan
Left my daddy for the Allman Brothers Band
Lord I was born a ramblin’ man
They wrote that song for me
We both found

Have you heard about the big strong man
He lives in a caravan
Have you heard about the Jeffrey Johnson fight
Well oh what a hell of a fight
You can

Talaban
Pull up with straps and we hop out the caravan
Been cross the map, but you know Imma Cali man
Got love from Valle-Jo down to the Valley man
Go

to the surfdale sandwich B
Backhand the man and live your dream, tell sam I am to make your eggs green
Down to the crossroads going through a lot bro
Inevitably