[Round 1: E Ness]
I pull a rabbit out the hat, make this nigga disappear
You came to see a Magic show, everybody listen here
You call this nigga top tier, I am on a different tier
I came back cooking, niggas acted like he didn't care
I rip your fucking heart out ya' chest B, give it here
Don't matter how I get my point across long as I get it there
Now when you mention Magic, it just mean misdirection
A lot of smoke and mirrors just a big misconception
You a vampire scared to look at your reflection
'Cause you don't see shit like the colours you be reppin'
''Cause you don't see shit, the colors you be reppin'?'
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 shit, I'm on my own top, I'm on my own dick, I'm self-made, built my own spot
You open Pandora's box to realise that you're a thot, the .40 pop
Hit you, then paralyse your shorty wop
You heard Blue Magic and went crazy when the chorus drop
These shots is unorthodox, the 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 shitting on niggas anywhere, that's a Porta pott'
I whip yo' ass on cam like Game did to 40 Glocc
This ratchet here's the truth serum, I let the deuce-deuce air him
Snatch every chain he got and let my new boo wear 'em
Knock out his front tooth, then I rob the Tooth Fairy
Crip walk on his back then roll up the Blueberry
I said that chain on ya' neck becomes a chain in my hand
I slide it in my pocket but you can't understand
I ain't even pawn it, I just gave it to my man
And that's what the fuck I call a chain of command
Magic you just make believe, I'm like Sugar Ray with these
I poo pat, twist ya' cap back, 98 degrees
I'm Edward Scissorhands, I been chopping all day with these
You came from out the PG's, made it to the major leagues
Fuckboy, you can suck a dick, with the AIDS disease
That House In Virginia, got you shakier than make-believes
I'm DJ Khaled with the flow, I got major ki's
So all the talk about I'm washed up, you can save it please
I pay-to-play, machine gun drum, that's an 808
I shoot both ya' legs off, make sure you stay awake
Ya' street cred, and ya' gang ties is on lay away
My street cred, and my gang ties is doing A-okay
I been fucking with the white girl before labor day
All-white everything, even after Labor Day
Treadmill, running through a track, I'm on a paper chase
Run up on ya' baby mom, shoot her on her labor day
See niggas don't like to hear the truth but here it goes
I'ma fry you niggas till I'm 50 years old
'Cause when I wear Givenchy it's like 50 pair of those
I got 22 questions to ask, with air holes
Time
I pull a rabbit out the hat, make this nigga disappear
You came to see a Magic show, everybody listen here
You call this nigga top tier, I am on a different tier
I came back cooking, niggas acted like he didn't care
I rip your fucking heart out ya' chest B, give it here
Don't matter how I get my point across long as I get it there
Now when you mention Magic, it just mean misdirection
A lot of smoke and mirrors just a big misconception
You a vampire scared to look at your reflection
'Cause you don't see shit like the colours you be reppin'
''Cause you don't see shit, the colors you be reppin'?'
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 shit, I'm on my own top, I'm on my own dick, I'm self-made, built my own spot
You open Pandora's box to realise that you're a thot, the .40 pop
Hit you, then paralyse your shorty wop
You heard Blue Magic and went crazy when the chorus drop
These shots is unorthodox, the 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 shitting on niggas anywhere, that's a Porta pott'
I whip yo' ass on cam like Game did to 40 Glocc
This ratchet here's the truth serum, I let the deuce-deuce air him
Snatch every chain he got and let my new boo wear 'em
Knock out his front tooth, then I rob the Tooth Fairy
Crip walk on his back then roll up the Blueberry
I said that chain on ya' neck becomes a chain in my hand
I slide it in my pocket but you can't understand
I ain't even pawn it, I just gave it to my man
And that's what the fuck I call a chain of command
Magic you just make believe, I'm like Sugar Ray with these
I poo pat, twist ya' cap back, 98 degrees
I'm Edward Scissorhands, I been chopping all day with these
You came from out the PG's, made it to the major leagues
Fuckboy, you can suck a dick, with the AIDS disease
That House In Virginia, got you shakier than make-believes
I'm DJ Khaled with the flow, I got major ki's
So all the talk about I'm washed up, you can save it please
I pay-to-play, machine gun drum, that's an 808
I shoot both ya' legs off, make sure you stay awake
Ya' street cred, and ya' gang ties is on lay away
My street cred, and my gang ties is doing A-okay
I been fucking with the white girl before labor day
All-white everything, even after Labor Day
Treadmill, running through a track, I'm on a paper chase
Run up on ya' baby mom, shoot her on her labor day
See niggas don't like to hear the truth but here it goes
I'ma fry you niggas till I'm 50 years old
'Cause when I wear Givenchy it's like 50 pair of those
I got 22 questions to ask, with air holes
Time
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