Call Me Jah - Magic Lyrics

Man I got my new shit
Sounding like some old shit
Sampled off some old shit
Now they screaming
Oh shit
Bout to love my music
Like
Little kids and frozen
Putting out this cold shit
Like it needs some lotion
If you niggas ask me
The game been looking ashy
(Dried up)
So Vaseline it up
And I'ma sneaker up
And treat it like a track meet
Yeah run the shit
Really I'm good with the rhyme
But the scheme is to grimey
Try Me
Bitch I start a fire
Like
Lightning
Tell em when I strike
Blitzkrieg third Reich ing
You niggas really as hot
As ice cream
But that...
There is pitiful
You can say I'm making v necks
Cause I'm killing crews
Man this shit is
To hard to swallow
Like some bitter news
I'm bout to eat
And make you taste defeat
Dinner shoes
Fuck it lm not hungry
Unless we talking victory
Told her that I like her ass
I'ma call her simile
Going for ya neck
Young Nigga rapping viciously
Nigga must be dead
If he don't Bob his head
But listening
I just made you niggas
Look each other in the eye
Taking bitches
Jacking boxes
Really this is no surprise
I'm the burger king
Flip that patty anyway I like
You can be my helper for tonight
Let me give you my

Girl I got that magic
Oh I got that magic
Know you wanna have it
You know it's fantastic

The clock is ticking
Man y'all running out
She wanna come around
I brought her thru
And now she coming loud
She hit me up
Like jah I'm coming down
I asked her where you were
But she just ask me
Who I'm talking bout
I dunno know if you dunno
Made your ex scream out Oh
Now the sex tic tac toe

I call it rookie year
But I'm a pro
Got like 20 years to go
And I'm not looking for parole
Cause I live behind these bars
Words deeper than tar
Don't get it
Here's an image
When you close your eyes it's dark
Then think about a chemical
That is blacker than a mineral
Or Google it
Then come back
And you say that shit was hard
But I do this shit with ease
Accidental sneeze
Pillow, Cover ya up ya mouth
Cause a Nigga sick of sleep
I've been working for a year
I've been working 8 at least
Plus I'm doing this at 20
Wait until I'm 23
I gotta keep it real
I gotta rep the Ville
My Nigga got a heater
Cause the city never chill
They always letting shots off
They want someone to hear
Like the pistol making music
Yeah call it glockenspiel
Where they shoot like Bradley Beal
Wizardry then disappear
Where bitches getting hurt
But don't give it time to heal
Where everybody raps
But nobody got a deal
Let me chill
BeFore I make somebody ill
Cause I do it like it's

Girl I got that magic
Oh I got that magic
Know you wanna have it
You know it's fantastic