Magic ft. Nieve

Yo this is magic, I’m the wizard, I’m the sage

With only a microphone on stage I find a way to make it magic

Conjure up images from the grave

Hurry before they run away and find a way to make it magic

I’m the wizard, I’m the sage

With only a microphone on stage I find a way to make it magic

Conjure up images from the grave

Hurry before they run away and find a way to make it magic

Yo, who’s that working his witchcraft?

Voodoo and he spits that, wouldn’t wanna miss that

Flow is never divided, never void of any of this-that

Or the other, my brother I’m like butter, I will make you skip a beat

In the heart of the city I am sitting on the street

I’m the city, I am he, I am all alone in the stories that you speak

You should listen to my stories, see a story in my speech

See the worries that you keep, they’re the same worries

Of my very own that squished it when you didn’t notice my sleight of hand

Pass the lighter man, the smoke is necessary

When doing the work of the legendary

A blatant disregard, the frauds we be labeling them as stars

They be doing it for the loot and not the oohs and ahs

See my skills go beyond being trapped in ice

This music is my passion, Christ, hell it might as well be magic

I’m the wizard, I’m the sage

With only a microphone on stage I find a way to make it magic

Conjure up images from the grave

Hurry before they run away and find a way to make it magic

I’m the wizard, I’m the sage

With only a microphone on stage I find a way to make it magic

Conjure up images from the grave

Hurry before they run away and find a way to make it magic

Abracadabra I will take any battle rapper and turn him to a cadaver

Contorting, folding the pages in the chapters in my magic notes

Poisonous, do not approach, when they are in us there are no antidotes

Watch out, here comes another dose

You looking like you saw a ghost, no not quite but pretty close

We just goose trying to coast through city full of angels trying to pay dues

Jesus, I need eighty proof like Grey Goose

ABC, dudes in grey suits poof and vamoose

I vanish into thin ink black magic and the pen sharper

Than throwing daggers as you spin

I’m at home inside this very poem that I spit

Blindfolded hanging on, not for long in the crib

Cause it’s hard to convince these kids to still believe

When it’s only dirty tricks they see, well this shit to me is magic

I’m the wizard, I’m the sage

With only a microphone on stage I find a way to make it magic

Conjure up images from the grave

Hurry before they run away and find a way to make it magic

I’m the wizard, I’m the sage

With only a microphone on stage I find a way to make it magic

Do this for the rappers in the way

Promised them I would find a way to make you stay up on this magic