Black Magic - Intellectual

You ever come alive in the night time and be hit with a stroke of genius

And I saw satan fall like lightning from heaven, that type shit

Let's Go

Ya ya ya

This how it feel to be alive nigga, true facts

Verse:

I fantasize bout been dipped in diablo the slick image of the illest killer the Pablo the slick finish with no gimmicks rival Picasso I diminish there's no limit to where I can go

I could topple the Empire tomorrow while emitting my new vision of where I'll pass them, outstanding that I'm still standing within the shallow I string arrows and pierce bone marrow I'm Rambo

When I tango I be causing fiascos go commando because well man I don't really know

I just use my wit then I just spit like marathon runners I run up now talk yo shit like how you gonna do my niggas like all yo kids and son em like you ain't even know that I just did the most like the Lord of hosts

I can't go back to the hood knowing all I know but I can go back to my room and let you feel my soul wit deez new hits

Hook:

...Bring the magic with the new dialect

Moving in the residential like the new elect and i just copped a couple samples now I'm in effect

(Like Reezill)

I be chopping the most and talking so cold I (kill)

I be eyeing the throne and moving my own to (feel)

How it feels to be king to hop in the whip and (chill)

Feel like haunting a ghost and jumping the coast like

Verse:

I be kicking it telling God Obrigado the macho I hunt Gestapos

Those piece of shit assholes I pass codes like passing the mantle, I'm wearing em down like a bangle

Whole different angle, when i switch in it and straight pillage like the whole village and leave niggas just bed ridden like I'm so hidden they so smitten with what's forbidden I kill shit and then go missing

I be moving in kitchens and leaving surprises

Fat prizes with verses have em admire

The new sire new king of the entire

Or just feel a little envious of this fire

What we talking bout the boy king just hell brings and has them sing the new anthem of the new sing sing

Have em trapped within the bars like I'm packing the dungeon like a refrigerator competition mirror a luncheon

How you feel now that I have broke it down so well like oh well...