CHORUS

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

VERSE 1

Yo who’s that? workin' his witchcraft 

Voo-Doo when 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 a lull 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

Switched it when you didn’t know 

It’s my sleight of hand 

Pass the lighter man 

The smoke is necessary 

when viewing the work of the legendary 

A blatant disregard

They’re frauds, we be labelin’ them as stars 

They be doin' it for the loot and not the "ooh's and aah's"

See my skills go beyond bein' trapped in ice

Yo this music is my passion, Christ

Hell it might as well be magic

CHORUS 

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

 VERSE 2

Abracadabra I will take any battle rapper and turn ‘em to a cadaver

Contorting folding the pages in the chapters in my magic notes

Poisonous do not approach 

One of the illest there are no antidotes 

Watch out - here comes another dose 

You lookin' like you saw a ghost 

No not quite but pretty close 

We just ghouls tryin' to coast through 

City full of angels tryin to pay dues, Jesus 

I need 80 proof, like Grey Goose 

ABC dudes in gray suits 

Poof I vamous 

And I vanished into thin

ink black magic in the pen 

Sharper than daggers thrown as you spin 

I'm at home in

side this very poem that I spit 

Blindfolded hangin' on

Not for long gonna give 

Cuz 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

CHORUS

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