see 20 porsches murk Three houses for the family, two for the niggas When I die I was true to the niggas (True soldier) And I never practice voodoo But it's like 'Black magic
Übersetzung: Styles. Black Magic.
cured, ain't no vaccine Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out Or in the studio booth, blacking out It's Con Ed style, real twisted, I
: We be fallin up like growin Niggas don't be knowin our styles we be showin Extraterrestrial complete show em Sure, shoney men bring on the spear
some people say: why? Cause I'm back on the block, I got my life back So I school the fools about the fast track I get static from the style of my technique
keep it real Don't believe in voodoo, black magic was never my style But I believe you do, and it won't take much time To gather the portions that weave your magic
spit the flows out Rinse the scope mouth no doubt Tickets sold out, black and white kids Different strokes house Transform you pessimists to optimists and roll out Deceptions style
rinse the Scope mouth, no doubt Tickets sold out, black and white kids, Diff'rent Strokes house +Transform+ you pessimists to optimists and roll out +Decepticons+ style
body does it like the SUB, you dig? [Verse One - One Be Lo] We hard to the apple core, raps galore at your door Pull crowds like a magic sword, exca-
The phenom from Vietnam, fresh out of rehab, yo On my way the weedspot, haha, what's good? Fuck that, what's hood? Staten Island Advance Big up to my man Magic
life to god blessings Big papers long acres Top flight no security Black ice on me call a jury Yahh trick yahh trick and we call it magic My style may
s never won by degrees - no Pointless passing through Harvard or Yale Only window shopping - it's strictly no sale Week end starts Friday soon after eight Your jet black magic
bom-monster of my genre Swimming in purple rain Minnetonka My lungs are rap practically bonkers Like Yonkers I got locks All you need is a jay, styles
FUCK off that.. punk smoov shit man! Get with that ROUGH shit man, you know how we do! [Redman] Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black tech
, what's the deal champs? Muthafuckas, this is Warcloud West Coast Wu-Tang Killa Beez, representin' for the underground For the main spade style is architect
for all my niggaz in the back Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback See through yellow lines Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God Magic marker
became a wrecker through my amplifier Break it down base, treble through my dancer That's one new dance, it's to my Black Magic music It's not classic