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Deepspace 5
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Black Magic
[manCHILD] Break sky, dang right, diggity-top dog City sweep the parkin' lot, checkin' for cop cars Crawl into the party stocked with bottles and Rockstars Probly gonna show 'em first person they not hard
Scraface in the place, I got the copyright I'm type Legendary, outshine my body type Archetype rhyme(?) monsoon ripped for(?) the college night Any off color location, you got it right
Midnight black is the shade my pen speaks in Tuesday session sendin' letters to the weekend Even my every mornin' bleed into the evenin' Black magic, sleight of hand, clutch, then I'm leavin'
(Chorus - manCHILD)x2 It wasn't there but it's there tonight It's not there, it disappear with a flare of light It's like stare til you share but I swear it's right Black Magic don't mark anywhere it like
[?] Santana knew a bad girl, Black Magic The davas dag nabbit, both the eyes have it Dope when I'm at it, the ultramagnetic We heard your group on, we poked and laughed at it
[Fred B] My notebook's padded, still a punchline Addict for the crunch time, mash it on the one-time Sat it on the bass line, help us to the sunshine Write it til I get mine, turtle wax ax grind This is fred rodrigo, that OG chico That D-Town regal, microphone mag-lethal(?)
[?] The gold torpedo, holy toledo Hip-hop was dead, or at least they told people No magic, (hey!), go black it out No rapper be knowin' what they rap about No thank ya' i'll David-freakin'-Blain ya doubt You so old, yo, the Jedi mind-trick ya out!
[Fred B] Walk a fixed route, dipped out, holdin' my hands out Ya mashed out, punch drunk, leavin' them bodies(?) out So stash out (??) leadin' the mic bout Kasey birch Falco(?), bounce and then pass out
[?] Please don't make me take ya shoes Take ya name, take ya chain cuz ya always lose And i promise, you don't want no part of that It's PC back to back, how hard is that And yo ya mind on the latest, said i'm the greatest In a text message, ooh rock me Amadeus Amadeus, rock me Amadeus
Black Magic don't mark anywhere it like
[Sintax] I'm a tragic figga Magic marker spitta black tears out my plastic trigga Drastic giver, make a felt-tip river Melted in an inkjet, black, to the deliver my pain, your gain Strainin' through ya vein of the Sharpie My heartbeat bleedin' ya name It's like I'm aidin' and abeddin' your quest for fame Sweatin' yourself'll form a permanent stain Ultra fine or extra bold You can gain all of the fans and still lose your soul I wanna be more than just somethin' ya hold Cast a spell upon 'em when we put 'em under control
(Chorus)
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