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letra de magic - vhs

[verse 1: renzo]
look
i been in it with hoodlums and white cracks
now i’m underground like a pipe shaft
not getting dome but i ran away from home
kid cracked, wore the wrong mask
staring down the devil while he gunned past
is he on that?
has he caught that?
put your phone back ‘fore you whiplash
said he grew up with the wrong hitters
mama don’t like ‘em she still bitter
said “you can’t chill with them ill critters”
non-black friends, refrain from the word (bleeped)
and i’m not just a token, show-in, chosen
bro someone come and get the homie ‘fore he goes in
i’m too busy with fabricatin’
laceratin’
f-ggot shamin’
m-ssive hatin’
hoes that’ll get you on ya toes
homie better blow ya nose
‘fore you sneeze out ya godd-mn sh-t-show

[hook: jorge vidrio]
(magic) when i flip the top hat (magic)
when i shuffle card stack (magic)
when i ghost the quick fashion
witchcraft down your street where your kids have fun (magic)
(magic) when i flip the top hat (magic)
when i shuffle card stack (magic)
when i ghost the quick fashion
witchcraft down your street where your kids have fun (magic)

[verse 2: franklin]
they living by the mentions
talk bout time, that’s another dimension
got flow off the rza, the gza, don’t put ice in my vanilla
can’t take me off a pillar
wrote this sh-t quick like ghostface k!llah
call me primate, i’m gorilla
surround your -ss, this urban guerilla
disappoint ya -ss i’m sarsaparilla
these n-ggas be putting in work at the bare minimum
you talkin’ about holding up shop clerks, n-gga
tryna pay back all your loan sharks, n-gga
say it again ’cause i can rhyme with n-gga
these n-ggas saying we gotta reinvent the wheel
’cause they saw one n-gga pump a pill
tell them mothaf-ckas that they gotta chill
got plenty on the ruckus that know how to trill, aye

[verse 3: jorge vidrio]
magic from the southside, miracles
not like jesus more like chris angel (sh-t)
start a cult in the sheets, burn it down in a week
collect funds to buy me a lambo (sh-t)
you and me are not alike, curb all y’all with sk!ll like
houdini in some hard chain tangles (sh-t)
man i swear this some bullsh-t, david blaine out this b-tch
disappear like i’m teller
aye, aye, aye
lay down your weapons, disciples
frank lookin’ down from the eiffel
renzo with chains from pelagos
leave me alone or i’ll get out the bible
queue music exit the stage right
you the reason why i can’t sleep right
my hope is that i can do these right
magic in my veins ’cause i’ve seen revivals
everybody told me that i shouldn’t and now that i do i feel like i didn’t, uh
i just wanna feel like i’m living instead of feeling like i’m just here to f-cking listen, uh
you can see it in our faces when we come around messin’ like some real f-cking wizards
swish and fl!cker, you the one i envision
when i realize there’s no magic in living

[interlude]
aye man, you heard of them vhs boys, man?
yeah, them n-ggas crazy
yo, they like some wizards or some sh-t, you know what i’m sayin’?
they do that like that’s some magic, you know what i’m sayin’?

[hook: jorge vidrio]
(magic) when i flip the top hat (magic)
when i shuffle card stack (magic)
when i ghost the quick fashion (magic)
(magic) when i flip the top hat (magic)
when i shuffle card stack (magic)
when i ghost the quick fashion (magic)

[verse 4: renzo]
follow up the vision, lookin’ right with my blind eye
caught ya b-tches slowin’ down
get it like a slashed tire
cracked like a torrent, i’m a pirate, call me jack sparrow
when i hit it, never borin’, always itchin’, never slippin’
sliver, make ya shiver, like i’m cold in minnesota, aye
bitter, i’m a winner, come and get the trophies for ya, aye
waitin by the foyer
hol’ up red light
gotta get the flow right
gotta, gotta
and i’m ill, sick, i got that bubonic
trill sippin’
no gin or tonic
still drippin’
got the brands on me
back the f-ck off man
far eastern monster
ill, sick, i got that bubonic
trill sippin’
no gin or tonic
still drippin’
got the brands on me
back the f-ck off man
far eastern monster

[verse 5: franklin]
no i’m not from the chiraq
pull the whip back, and i play my sh-t, it slap
the cinna stick she gag
got the top hat
pull out four stacks
not a hare under that
that’s anatomy, coming from the bottom of me
and i ain’t talking about no sodomy
up to my vw asking ‘bout ketamine
not no keg on a frat room, roll over like a sand dune
i beg for some donald glover
white sh-t, on some b-tter
f-ck some mayo, that’s a tangent
writing nasty, amy schumer
but i still run it rampant
run the jewels knows to cap it
nah kevin you ain’t too sappy
these n-ggas just trigger happy
but they still run to daddy
while my n-ggas f-ck with gatti
town, put you in a hospital gown
the hood riddled down
still has the sound
but, when n-ggas start to get too chatty
i cook some n-ggas next to patties

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