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Robert G Grant
Songwriter
Lyrics
Oh, Oh, Oh it's magic you know
Never believe it's not so
Oh, Oh, Oh it's magic you know
Never believe it's not so
It's magic you know
Never believe it's not so
Oh, Oh, Oh it's magic you know
Never believe it's not so
It's magic you know
Never believe it's not so
Ha, the kids back
Yeah
O-R
Ha
O'Mega Red, y'all
Ha, yo yo yo
I had to go away though
So you could understand what you was missing y'all
Ha, cmon
Ha, ha
Guess who is back with a brand new sound
Here to take the throne
Rock dat crown
Listen I'm Bean Town's finest
Don't care what you heard
You didn't learn already that y'all liars
I'ma take you back to school John Cryer
Say "O got some heat" so me on fire
Ain't no dousing out the flame
Insane
Brothers hate me like Abel and Cain
The situation remains the same
My flow gonna live foreva like fame
Who said hip hop don't run thru my veins
Gotta confuse me to understand I'm that dude
Pardon me if I seem rude
Just so many times I been screwed
When I look at you it's at a point of view
What you can do for me what I could do for you
That's real
Oh, Oh, Oh it's magic you know
Never believe it's not so
It's magic you know
Never believe it's not so
Oh, Oh, Oh it's magic you know
Never believe it's not so
It's magic you know
Never believe it's not so
Ha, yeah
Now I hear a lot of rumors out there
Right about now man
Like Red ain't good enough or Red ain't from these streets
Ha, ha, ha
You gotta be kidding me, right?
Cmon now everybody who know me know how I get down, yo
A-yo let me tell you something man
Don't get fooled by the pretty boy looks
Known as the scrapologist knock you with the right hook
Looks are deceiving only got one reason
If you want to stop me from breathing
Psychological game play a true hustler
I'ma get that dough one way or another
Too slick for y'all
I can move it all
I'm the full court pressure don't need the ball, ha
Hood as it gets do I have to say I did I did jail time to earn a rep, no
Be the peoples champ my way like Ali in his prime days
I'm here finally
Look me right in the eyes and what do you see
A reflection a man that made possibilities
Came from the gutter
Traveled overseas
Studied theology, mind of Socratie's
Yeah
Oh, Oh, Oh it's magic you know
Never believe it's not so
It's magic you know
Never believe it's not so
Oh, Oh, Oh it's magic you know
Never believe it's not so
It's magic you know
Never believe it's not so
Ha, ha
A, yo, yall feeling me yet
I gotta address one more situation man
People say like "Oh Red don't spit for the thugs, he spit for the ladies all the time" man
A, yo man do y'all understand this game yet
I gotta teach y'all something man
Cmon
Ha
Pimp the game puttin hoes on a strip
Who wanna go to a show see nothing but dicks
Don't be mad I'ma ladies man pull up in a caravan full of chicks how I do it man
Call it a curse, call it a gift, I'm ya girls favorite rapper I see why you're pissed
Plus we number 9 in the market for record sales
Best believe I'm gonna get them record sales
It never fails someone always gonna hate talking about Red like it when my name spreads
Thank God I don't see you play undercover like the feds
Play too hard make you part of an entourage
Keep my friends close, my enemies closer
Don't you know you supposed ta
Here to build my stocks like the brokers
And if you want to be down unite like umoja
Yeah
Oh, Oh, Oh it's magic you know
Never believe it's not so
It's magic you know
Never believe it's not so
Oh, Oh, Oh it's magic you know
Never believe it's not so
It's magic you know
Never believe it's not so
Ha
Yeah
Stay grindin
Ha
Yeah
O-R
Ha, ha
I guess I just pulled a rabbit out of my hat, huh?
I told you mane
My flow gonna stay forever young man
Let's go
Writer(s): Robert Grant
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