[Intro]

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

Yo, 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?

Voodoo 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, Jesús

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 inside 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

Do this for the rappers in the grave

Promise 'em, I will find a way

To make you stay up in this magic