Lyrics:
Caps get peeled rolling in my force field
Like a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows that's ill
So when you walkin' down the block
You better
magic wand
Disarm ya firearm
Hear the sirens flee the scene calm
Through the eyes of God
I reside in modern day Vietnam
Filled with yound minds designed
I dream I'm alone with you
It's magic
You wanted to leave me there, afraid of a love affair
But I think you know
That I can't let go
If you
unreal you get chills on each and ever note
So all you want to be's, nigga please
Back the fuck up cause Royal Posse MC's will take you out with ease
We
to the U will get it and go
Constant
Bars for life just like Bronson
On this ting with no nonsense
Got that magic like Johnson
Test
Do it now I won't rest
Dem pussy-clat boy nah wanna see me
You was stone cold lying by the full wack rhyme writing
If I had some gasoline I'd ignite it, with my lighter,
The pc-screen is all that you ever had!
You are an MC-guy, you have a Harley Davidson
You´d like to show that you're a masterman
Real Rock'n'Roll
(ooh, let
rolling up another one
Pressurizing these MCs with flows they never heard before
Now they asking where you're from
Where I'm from we change the rule up like
Made for soft shit like Kenny Chesney vocals
Mine are more like Reggie Noble's
Yeah, I'm up in this bitch with Fonzarelli
Leave MCs ate, Eazy, no
Cheyenne! Look at what the liquor brings about,
Throw out the magic basket full of wires and let them flail all on the ground.
Why do they love it
[defari]
A different caliber of mc
This track is filthy, word to o.j., you make me feel guilty
Of first degree soundbwoy murder
Unlike anything
The blueprint of our plans Were elaborate
The Earthquakes that were Cause by the Labryths
Underground where the fault Lines were tampered with
I'm imagining that
Only my baby can get with me
Ain't no bitches could touch on my fabrics
Every song is a plaque like its magic
Got lawyer money if it's the static
Family
Come in with the wall p
4 fat MC's
King of the jungle, I got 3
Lions on my shirt
If you wanna feel the hurt
You should get down on the floor
So you
I was away for a minute then I got the juice back
They always look suspicious when I tell them that I rap
I’m a bastard with a black hat, lacking
two three, there is a new Antwerp city MC
We're takin oldschool back to the top, back with tactical Hip-Hop wayoo
I'm sayin one two three, and with
forbidden, par, pay that tax
And don't you ever look at us funny
Boy, we'll bring rap back
And that'll hurt you like Superman chased by a group of men
With
sent to attack, so I'm following the map
X's mark the rappers out with two head with
Furocious cademies that only need with the next spliff
Step by step
so study how I write it
Got sappy little rappers sat in corners crying
With the pen, I'm magic like Houdini was
Feed me grapes off the vine and roll me
True thugs and addicts, I grip an entry
Enter this game with tricks and envy
I forget game to remain an MC
Rooms in this mind that's still empty
Only
thought you'd be this fucked up by a misfit
Take a hit, run it back like a pick six
I'm Jokic when I bust out my bag of tricks
Or Magic, I just had
thought you'd be this fucked up by a misfit
Take a hit, run it back like a pick six
I'm Jokic when I bust out my bag of tricks
Or Magic, I just had
and Mr. Magic had static
Over Kiss FM and BLS which one is the baddest
Brothers on the block was doin' the Wop
While the cars drove by bumpin' real hip
and all
You got the nerve to stand before me, pretend you were bald
Must be pathetic to brawl, with a M.C. lord, holding a sword
I'm a a human microphone
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