Magic

(Magic, Magic, Magic, Made) (Magic, Magic, Magic, Made) (Magic, Magic, Magic, Made) (Magic, Magic, Magic, Made) One strange demeanor quiet with a fever Every other weekend kept it silent Words are like a cleaver im a firm believer Of procedure not a misdirection or a misdemeanor I just left my senior days only to relapse another 40 years hopefully My mental doesn't interfere with whatever career appears Maybe not an engineer maybe a lyrical pioneer things are still unclear I hope my souvenirs don't go and disappear I hope I live a little more fancier and classier I hope I clean up my rhymes this really might be my last grime As I enter a new prime times are changing as we aging Ill in the making real as I'm getting i'm forgetting some of the things I wanted to make steel know the deal know my steel-low blows To your frame and your feels new words reveal (Magic, Magic, Magic, Made) (Magic, Magic, Magic, Made) Ill-literal new material i jot it down ethereal Sparks while I'm eating cereal with no people sitting at the table Cable Tv playing the unthinkable i'm writing a story his name is Lucas He's unfazable, main idea of the topic is apocalypto Got the protags name from my friend in school They were fuel to my flames but nobody knew my game Couldn't blame them cause remember I don't say nothing but not bluffing i act like they can hear my mind Roughing up my voice when I feel blind Clearing up my sinuses I'm always stuffy When I spit a rhyme my dad taught me Authenticity specifically "these eyes" My prize in times I take whats mines literally what I find primal Instinct never found missing never found thinking around you cats Yeah, it's all fun, this my last grimey one (Magic, Magic, Magic, Made) (Magic, Magic, Magic, Made) (Magic, Magic, Magic, Made) (Magic, Magic, Magic, Made)