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 [bad word] away and find a way to make it magic

[Verse 1]

Yo, who’s that working his witchcraft? 
Voodoo and he spits that, wouldn’t wanna miss that 
Blow 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 
That 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 
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, [bad word] it might as well be magic

 [bad word] x 2]

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 [bad word] away and find a way to make it magic 

[Verse 2]

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, [bad word] 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 
Blind folded 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 [bad word] to me is magic

 [bad word] 

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 [bad word] 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