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-b. magic- [ot-tis]

-f-ck what you heard/
it’s mag’s city, b-tch, p-ss stacks when he rich
jacked fast if you bring the wack raps, sh-tty niches
bad tracks, n-ggas’ll fall in love if it’s abstract
lacking understanding, pretending that you can grasp that

mad sad, having me leave the throne that i sat on
i put my dope production, my backpack, and my hat on
see, magic paid the price and left the tag on
pushed the power b-tton on my p-ssion, you f-ggots can turn your swag on

mag, gone- [o, in, let ’em die by o’s pen
put him after magic like a caesar palace show, then
he gon’ have to bag ’em up, tag ’em up by the toes
and smack ’em up cuz they amateurs, damage rappers like “hold this”

(hold it down!) he always gon’ spit it wicked
‘lotta rappers makin’ noise but ain’t sayin’ much like a cricket
if the game got rickets, i’m fiendin’ to give it pigment
tfe clutch winning like grippin’ upon a stick-shift]

they know what we came here fo’
let ’em know what the name is fo’
they tired of the same, so gon’
an let the flame take the game and sew it…

who we be, that’s tfe…
-yo- who we be, who we be, that’s tfe…
who we be, who we be, that’s tfe…
we gon’ break ’em, we gon’ break ’em off

[see we
off that soft rap, f’na bring ’em raw rap
if they yellin’ “swag,” we laughin’ p-ss ’em, they all wack
tfe the talent, tell average rappers to fall back
mag an o the team, we gon’ rep it like a ball cap]

-call that a wrap, ot-tis, they coming back to fight us
the one who loves a reb-ttal is getting smacked, the slightest
move to the left will find that losing the depth
will make it worse by the day, so i might improve ’em with death, you feel me?-

[murk ’em all, no sympathy in my mind, if the
fists ain’t makin’ the point, then let the lines…
say the “spit” ain’t makin’ us “shine,” we let the nine go
and show ’em how a second in time can make ya mind blow]

-back to the moment you’re knowing as “who’s that”
the fact is they were never prepared for the new tracks
the magic is esoteric, you’ll feel it if you rap
if you happen to be looking for k!llers, then choose mag, come on-

they know what we came here fo’
let ’em know what the name is fo’- (ah, ahhh…)
they tired of the same, so gon’
let the flame take the game and sew it… (ah, ahhh…)

who we be, that’s tfe…
who we be, who we be, that’s tfe…
who we be, who we be, that’s tfe…
we gon’ break ’em, we gon’ break ’em…

-off to the next one, i guess they think he kinda
soft for the best one, it helps to think you know the
cost of the next, wrong when you pick the less one
boss send a text? gone when you get the test done-

[this is not a test run, come through and we bless them
check one, two, keep it true to the same checksum
if he don’t believe in the team, we gotta check son
they have not achieved what they dream, cause they ain’t flex much

muscle, no hustle, while we runnin’ the town
tfe keep it jumpin’, b-ss thump and it pounds
keep on k!llin’ k!llin’ ’em, to the fullest with the sounds]
-we gon’ rip it, rip it up!- [nah, we shut ’em, shut ’em down]

-i get it, save that bu’iness for another time
ducking the press and the paparazzi cause the sun’ll blind
luckily we’re saved by the hoodies, if you don’t see it from the subtle signs
know the cubano make the music and know the brother rhyme

then we hit ’em with a switch- [grip a mic and close the fist
just to get the hater p-ssed] -spit it to the winning b-tch
giving ’em the bu’iness, my friendliness is a benefit-
[tend to be much sicker than anyone on they greatest list]

-say the gist is we ain’t frontin’ we nice-
[and we ain’t flossin’ the wrist] -nah, we ain’t stuntin’ with ice-
[and we ain’t nothin’ like the rest, all flash, no brights]
-so when we gonna see lights? i’m thinkin’…- (one of these nights!)

- bmag pxparts

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