[Round 1: John John Da Don]
Me and Syah rep SWAG, don't forget the ink, got me?
400 Blocc ain't the only niggas that keep Shotty's
Came home to NY, B to catch a mean body
I Dot Mob's and you'll get your whole Team Homi'd
The gun blow turn your stomach into gumbo
Unless his vest could pocket from them Rockets like Mutumbo
My niggas front row while you starring in my gun show
You'll get a warm welcome, first to clap it, then the drum roll
Pick em out a crowd, what you think I got the rifle for?
It'll catch him from the blind side like Michael Oher
Magic ain't a savage, I don't know what y'all hyped him for
My sweet 16's will get his Elite ate/8 I ain't worried about the Final Four
This guy'll fall if he thinking that he fly
I put a Dot on his top if he thinking that he I
I'll LAY him in a BAG if he thinking that he wise
And give this nigga to 2K's if he thinking that he live
It's that time where it gets real, this nigga think he hot
Will somebody tell this bitch chill
He gon get loud and hype until them clips peel
Chrome in his ass make this motherfucker sit still
If he don't die tonight I bet his kids will
Black Dodge, Ram size swipe him off a big wheel
Take him to Burger King, it won't seem like a big deal
Until I give em toys that didn't come with the kids meal
If you ain't ever been on a plane with terrorists and survive the flight
Been to Hell and back, even had a chance to say "hi" to Christ
Drink gasoline and ate a stick of dynamite
Fuck made you think you wasn't gon die tonight?
You gon need that dictionary Remy got his words from
The address to the beauty shop Verb got his perm from Yung III to say, "Who is this nigga?" and make me look all lame
And Hitman Holla to stop me mid verse to yell "BALL GAME!"
Cross me and just take one step out of line
You'll get your eyes gouged and brains blown
He'll be really out of sight and out of mind
Last nigga tried to school me he got Columbined
So test me, get a multiple choice how to die
That's A) Headshot til his jaw with a slug
Or B) Shotgun pellets all up in his gut
Or C) Go for his legs and have him crawling in his blood
Or D) Start from his feet and shoot all of the above
Laxative guns, it'll knock the shit out anything
Too big for me to carry I conceal 'em in a sling
Silencer on a tip for when it scream it's like a phone on vibrate
You won't hear it, but you'll feel it when it ring
2012 with the shells I'm coming to put an end to ya
9 spit keep live clips like a cinema
It'll clear your insides out like an enema
So when you see John Hancock/hand cock it ain't my signature
B Magic be at church every Sunday paying tides
Then on Street Status rapping 'bout blazing nines
I know Nelly paved the way for your state to shine
But is you a Saint or a Lunatic? Make your mind
That's why y'all niggas hurting out 'thurr'
'Urrthing derrty' cause your water ain't working out thurr'
Who gassed him like he III like his verses got germs?
But Magic ain't been sick since Earvin got cured
Gats for hire, by the way I get them ratchets fired
You'll feel holy when they sing it's like a Baptist choir
Clap and hire til I get your jaw cracked and wired
Throw a bullet in his newborn mouth, soon as I pass, it fire (pacifier)
My raps admired cause I'm one of the best
I'll pull your lungs on your feet, make you run out of breath
Then keep dumping the Tec til there's none in it left
Machines drawn, King Kong get a drum on his chest
Let me guess you getting money and you balling in that new shit
When ya niggas got beef they call you for the shooting
That's how I know you lying in that talking that you doing
Cause nigga your name Magic you just cause an illusion
Stupid! You not a thug you don't bang with the G's and apes
You broke so desert the only time you get seen with cake
I come to St. Louis and when I see you I'ma beam the eight
Put you out your misery/Missouri and you ain't gotta leave your state
I can't move without that metal like Robocop
Throwing bullets from that Cowboy/cal boy I took Romo spot
Whoever standing right beside you when that .44 pop
I’ma put your face on they body like Photoshop
Swag Inker don't blink, join the campaign
Guns I pull em from the thigh like a hamstring
B Magic a champ? I end this champs reign
With bullets the size of Rozay bottles, I bring this champ pain/champagne
I was gon go light, but shit I'm too heavy
If you believe in Magic you still believe in the Tooth Fairy
B Magic a Crip? Okay, who's worried
He's a muffin, it ain't nothing to get this guy in Blue buried
I be in that Carmelo/car mellow
Trying to get my Bills up/Billups like Chauncy
Run from this NY, K you'll be Amare
The difference is he posted up but won't bang for real
I give em 6 and they'll find him in the Laundry Field
This can't be real, you the man though Magic
You look broke all the time, but you got grams though Magic
And about those lips, I'm just trying to understand though
Magic
I mean what's up with the white/Dwight? This ain't Orlando Magic
You could say I am more official than a cool ref
But I still put him out the game with these two Tecs
Twin 'matics gon sing together like a duet
One of these Midwest niggas down, Smack, who's next?
Me and Syah rep SWAG, don't forget the ink, got me?
400 Blocc ain't the only niggas that keep Shotty's
Came home to NY, B to catch a mean body
I Dot Mob's and you'll get your whole Team Homi'd
The gun blow turn your stomach into gumbo
Unless his vest could pocket from them Rockets like Mutumbo
My niggas front row while you starring in my gun show
You'll get a warm welcome, first to clap it, then the drum roll
Pick em out a crowd, what you think I got the rifle for?
It'll catch him from the blind side like Michael Oher
Magic ain't a savage, I don't know what y'all hyped him for
My sweet 16's will get his Elite ate/8 I ain't worried about the Final Four
This guy'll fall if he thinking that he fly
I put a Dot on his top if he thinking that he I
I'll LAY him in a BAG if he thinking that he wise
And give this nigga to 2K's if he thinking that he live
It's that time where it gets real, this nigga think he hot
Will somebody tell this bitch chill
He gon get loud and hype until them clips peel
Chrome in his ass make this motherfucker sit still
If he don't die tonight I bet his kids will
Black Dodge, Ram size swipe him off a big wheel
Take him to Burger King, it won't seem like a big deal
Until I give em toys that didn't come with the kids meal
If you ain't ever been on a plane with terrorists and survive the flight
Been to Hell and back, even had a chance to say "hi" to Christ
Drink gasoline and ate a stick of dynamite
Fuck made you think you wasn't gon die tonight?
You gon need that dictionary Remy got his words from
The address to the beauty shop Verb got his perm from Yung III to say, "Who is this nigga?" and make me look all lame
And Hitman Holla to stop me mid verse to yell "BALL GAME!"
Cross me and just take one step out of line
You'll get your eyes gouged and brains blown
He'll be really out of sight and out of mind
Last nigga tried to school me he got Columbined
So test me, get a multiple choice how to die
That's A) Headshot til his jaw with a slug
Or B) Shotgun pellets all up in his gut
Or C) Go for his legs and have him crawling in his blood
Or D) Start from his feet and shoot all of the above
Laxative guns, it'll knock the shit out anything
Too big for me to carry I conceal 'em in a sling
Silencer on a tip for when it scream it's like a phone on vibrate
You won't hear it, but you'll feel it when it ring
2012 with the shells I'm coming to put an end to ya
9 spit keep live clips like a cinema
It'll clear your insides out like an enema
So when you see John Hancock/hand cock it ain't my signature
B Magic be at church every Sunday paying tides
Then on Street Status rapping 'bout blazing nines
I know Nelly paved the way for your state to shine
But is you a Saint or a Lunatic? Make your mind
That's why y'all niggas hurting out 'thurr'
'Urrthing derrty' cause your water ain't working out thurr'
Who gassed him like he III like his verses got germs?
But Magic ain't been sick since Earvin got cured
Gats for hire, by the way I get them ratchets fired
You'll feel holy when they sing it's like a Baptist choir
Clap and hire til I get your jaw cracked and wired
Throw a bullet in his newborn mouth, soon as I pass, it fire (pacifier)
My raps admired cause I'm one of the best
I'll pull your lungs on your feet, make you run out of breath
Then keep dumping the Tec til there's none in it left
Machines drawn, King Kong get a drum on his chest
Let me guess you getting money and you balling in that new shit
When ya niggas got beef they call you for the shooting
That's how I know you lying in that talking that you doing
Cause nigga your name Magic you just cause an illusion
Stupid! You not a thug you don't bang with the G's and apes
You broke so desert the only time you get seen with cake
I come to St. Louis and when I see you I'ma beam the eight
Put you out your misery/Missouri and you ain't gotta leave your state
I can't move without that metal like Robocop
Throwing bullets from that Cowboy/cal boy I took Romo spot
Whoever standing right beside you when that .44 pop
I’ma put your face on they body like Photoshop
Swag Inker don't blink, join the campaign
Guns I pull em from the thigh like a hamstring
B Magic a champ? I end this champs reign
With bullets the size of Rozay bottles, I bring this champ pain/champagne
I was gon go light, but shit I'm too heavy
If you believe in Magic you still believe in the Tooth Fairy
B Magic a Crip? Okay, who's worried
He's a muffin, it ain't nothing to get this guy in Blue buried
I be in that Carmelo/car mellow
Trying to get my Bills up/Billups like Chauncy
Run from this NY, K you'll be Amare
The difference is he posted up but won't bang for real
I give em 6 and they'll find him in the Laundry Field
This can't be real, you the man though Magic
You look broke all the time, but you got grams though Magic
And about those lips, I'm just trying to understand though
Magic
I mean what's up with the white/Dwight? This ain't Orlando Magic
You could say I am more official than a cool ref
But I still put him out the game with these two Tecs
Twin 'matics gon sing together like a duet
One of these Midwest niggas down, Smack, who's next?
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