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kotd - b magic vs e ness كلمات الأغنية

round 1: e ness
yo
i pull a rabbit out the hat, make this n-gg- disappear
you came to see a magic show, everybody listen here
you call this n-gg- top tier, i am on a different tier
i came back cooking, n-gg-s acting like they didn’t care
i rip your f-cking heart out your chest b, give it here
don’t matter how i get my point across as long as i get it there
now when you mention magic, it’s just a mean misdirection
all smoke and mirrors just a big misconception
you a vampire scared to look at your reflection
cause you don’t see/c sh-t like the colours you be repping
watch me work my magic cause he gullible as ever
i can’t stop, won’t stop, king of the dot or don’t flop
you can land every punchline, and i won’t drop
i ride around banging my sh-t, i’m on my own top, i’m on my own d-ck, i’m self made with my own spot
you open pandora’s box to realise that you’re a thot, the forty pop
hit you, then paralyse your shorty wop
you heard blue magic and went crazy when the chorus drop
shots are unorthodox, metaphors are scorching hot
i don’t see you reach a whole bunch, but you force a lot
out of town shooters in your crib, that’s a tourist spot
i’m sh-tting on n-gg-s everywhere, that’s a porta pot
i whip your -ss on cam, like game did the forty glock
this ratchet here is the true serum, i let the doos doos air ’em
sn-tch every chain he got, and let my new boo wear ’em
and i got his front tooth, then i rob the tooth fairy
crip walk on his back, then roll up the blueberry
i said that chain on your neck becomes a chain in my hand
i slide it in my pocket, but you can’t understand
i aiin’t even point it, i just gave it to my man
and that’s what the f-ck i call a chain in command
magic you just make believe, i’m like sugar 8 with these
i poo pat, twist your cap back 98 degrees
edward scissor hands, i’ve been chopping all day with these
you came from out the pg’s and made it to the the major league
f-ckboy, you can suck a d-ck with the aid’s disease
that house of virginia, got you shakier than make believes
i’m dj khaled with the flow, i got major keys
so all that talk about “i’m washed up” you can save it please
i pay the play, machine gun drum that’s the 808
i shoog off the layers, off make sure you stay awake
your street cred and your gang size is on lay away
my street cred and gang size is doing a-okay
i been f-cking with the white girl before the labour day
all white everything, even at the labour day
treadmill, running through a track, i’m on a paper chase
run up on your baby mom, shoot her on her labour day
see n-gg-s don’t like to hear the truth but here it goes
i will fry you n-gg-s till i’m fifty years old
cos when i wear da vinci it’s like fifty pair [?]
i got twenty-two questions, but air holes
time

round 1: b magic
my sh-t ill, in other words my rhyming sick
choppers in your mouth, n-gg- you gone face the consequence
and it’s common sense, it’s wild style when i palm the fifth
bullet hit man/hitman that mean i’m whiling out with these kind of clips
open hand e honda hits, you top will paint the flow
i’m next door, looking like i’m knocking on your neighbours door
he walk up, i run up, magic what you got the banger for?
i raise the arm, and this sh-t is not to make a toast
i get it popping, i’m as c-cky, as the [?] came to grow
i pop out like a paparazzi with a shotty hanging low
everybody trained to go, and you gone see the steel/still i rise, like maya angelou
i see through him like an oven door, i f-ck this n-gg- b-tch, trip, he ain’t ever f-cked before
she said the n-gg- weak, and she make him sleep, on the f-cking floor
he used to run from n-gg-s now he do it on the hover board
will i walk for cake n-gg-? h-ll no
neither for a [?] and breast milk for the chappelle show
i asked a plug for the ludicrous, and he throw in an elbow
your amazon this get fire stick, that b-tch will get jail broke
all types of clips, f-ck how you built cuz
i’m missing screws, i take a p-ss in your daughter’s swimming pool
i’m strapped up with two 4’s on me, like griffey shoes
when i pull up, i bet you all change, like jiffy lube
oh n-gg-, that’s why you go for the ratchet ness?
tragic guess, about to throw a bullet in this f-ggot chest
let me hear you talking down, and i’m go grab a tec
and i leave you lost boy, i love piece to make you nappy ness/nap e ness
bars
every metal on stage let’s have a rock fest
you looking for a monster, well i got this sh-t on lock/loch ness
block best, with the behaviour of a stoner
trash n-gg-, i see brenda baby is all grown up
i hopping out the regal fresh, riding to some dj khaled, feeling like we the best
hold up, i teach you ness
with bullets the size of baby birds hidden inside this eagle ness
round 1…

round : e ness
b motherf-cking magic, now what the f-ck happened?
last smack event you robbed smack with no ratchet

- kotd

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