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