Lyrics:
em by the round
My competition fed a steel meal
Shit then I'm getting out
Like Lakeith and Lil Rel
Yeah only way I'm losing weight
Is if I'm deep in
falling down like pieces into place
And I can picture it after all these days
And I know it's long gone and
That magic's not here no more
And I might
how drivebys get fucked up
Mixing weed with the brew, ecstasy and Kahlua
Gasoline fumes, nitrous balloons
Acid tablets and the magic mushrooms
six different strands
would lock together locked forever
rockin leathery wood told you chicken and cris go good
with some watermelon albums sellin
and the butchers
See the blood moon hunters moon hear the howling
For the habit and the hammered and the cowering
In the magic with the haunted and the doubted
Sixteen bars of knowledge designed on every track
Hold me down, never happen
Get my crown, keep on rappin
Even at 75, I'll still be able to work my magic
scratched, pronto
Bill and fame make magic like premier and, Eddie Sancho
(Yo where you been kid?) I don't know, gettin' ready for war
Parlayin' with ebony
trophy
I don't need no album budget, I record and make my own beats
Hit the studio all by myself, stand on my own feet
I'm a different breed, I do this
of mischief
Made an album so raw the way you just had to get it, every track explicit
I figured those of you who was in love with rap would listen
And tell
off, the blood of a lion raw
Still flow through every single vein
Literally graphic displays of Hip Hop literary magic,
In every topic
Let’s take it too
invented the impossible
Orson Welles gospel hostile times lay near
The album 2004 video camera digital, that sucks... humans in
Experiment on - Do
scratched, pronto
Bill and fame make magic like premier and, Eddie Sancho
(Yo where you been kid?) I don't know, gettin' ready for war
Parlayin' with ebony
how I know how to okay
I have an album that I'm putting together
That's full of songs about a bunch of things I want to do better
And I believe in
a demographic
I am just a soul with a body and a passion
Look what I made Momma, it's magic
Nothin but a bastard kid laughing hard at everything that the pastor
shit I couldn't tell
I don't kiss and tell give the magic stick then I Christian Bale
Check the prestige
I'm hitting a different league
In the game
Boss Battle
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
Intro
Boss Battle
1st Verse
An I already won I’ll put
Jesus dude
But fuck what you said ain't no peace with you
When I reach hell it'll prolly be by suicide
Cause ain't no way in heaven I'll be crucified
Eatin’ food you can’t pronounce
Crembulet by the ounce
While my brothers do the counts
Feelin’ like a king
I got too many crowns
My flow sting
Cause I got
in the middle of the night
I got up and looked around
Prepared to die of fright
I found a dusty book on a delapidated shelf
Had it been written by
to Vivaldi
It's all connected with stings but with Egyptian magic I'll open your block sesame street
Now who lava than the core they wait for this man to get
flexed up, yeah you see the fashion
Bad b******, yeah that be what I'm smashin'
You see me doing magic, you can call me Percy Jackson
Ok, I'm coolin'
Me
you think it won't happen? I'm only a youngin, but when I turn 75, I'll still be workin my magic. I'm a rising legend shinin across every nation. I need
to self, give'em hell till the album sells
And I collect enough M's to buy Trump Hotel, burn it down with my magic spells
Go **** yourselves
airship rise
Tell me that you love it
The kids sing it
So do parents
And it’s apparent
We got the Magic
Q5 hand trick
Hooks that stick
Bars that click
Now
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