Can you feel the magic, baby?
Can you feel the magic?
[Verse 1: Twigg Martin]
Watch me turn one to two
And out in DC, with my dawgs like I was Ewing
Play flagrant but I ball with no ruling
I ain’t house shopping, lil’ fuck I’m bout to move in
And I been had it covered, just ask around I been a god
Your broad cover her little head like a synagogue
Show you something new, that’s a reenactment maybe
She disappear she reappear it’s magic baby
I’m all over, how they ain’t see it
Niggas all talk like AA meetings
All bark, boy I’m all day AM/PM
They ain’t beefin’
See they fleeing
They straight vegan
I’m here for the butters baby
You could parkay me
I’m just parlaying
Sitting at the top waiting
I’m a top notch nigga from the mob taking
No prisoners, no prisms
But my charm work your mom
I’m the bomb, equivalent to C4
With C. Justus, the streets said they need more
I’m equivalent to C4
Float on your bitch like a speedboat
Can you feel the magic?
Can you feel the magic, baby?
Can you feel the magic, tho?
Can you feel the magic, baby?
[Verse 2: Civil Justus]
It’s AMF, stop fronting you know the team
I’m Malcolm X, lighten the ... in these coded genes
By any means, meeting your death if you intervene
Like Martin Luther, trying shoot my dreams of being King
I’m a giant I cruz to the top to be the Victor
Haters try to block my goals like they Mike Richter
You runnin’ in traffic you bastard I might hit ya
Or gather around this prophet, if you like scriptures
Civil Muhammad, my skills state is Islamic
I baptized my ebonics
My past life was demonic
My team strong, we a Fab 5 to be honest
You have not to be honored, but that’s why ya be goners
Never feel the fear, and I’m gon tell you why
Cuz our reign supreme, like skaters fell out the sky
It’s AMF to death, and the rest is insignificant
I’m a fucking monster, better call Pacific Rim
These words the purge, cuz I’m built to win
Never miss, you ain’t even hit the rim
Call me crazy but Civil get your prescriptions in
Tell you clowns I’m just so different