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j.o.d – magic lyrics

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this remind me of new york nights just me and my b+tch
she hate me now you would too if you seen how i switched
swift to leave a hoe
never ever felt like i need a hoe
she lyin to ya dumbass face, and you believe the hoe
the speaker blow
flame to the flower, then the reefer blow
damaging you dumbass rappers my sh+t is ether bro
brow raisin
the beef kobe when the cow grazing
grab the mic like shaq and ask you how it’s tasting
the rap game ass and yall all trash
i just, walk on past and prey on cash
but like, god on task so i can’t ask
so i, hope i last cuz time go fast
before you know it
you thinking like d+mn how did i blow it
back to ya present you reapin now that you sewed it
lit explosive
only comparison close to my dosage
flow so ferocious
stuck on my east coast sh+t

you wanna have sh+t
you gotta grab sh+t
screamin like puff in the office, imma savage (imma savage)
balance the good with the bad sh+t
avoid them n+++az who hatin they on that crab sh+t
i decided long ago, f+ck the average
cuz i been k!llin these mics it’s something tragic
i don’t need a b+tch or her baggage
never chase a hit boy just make magic
shout nas and hit
that’s how you inspire sh+t
fire sh+t
n+++az is frontin they on that liar sh+t
this new era is cap
i do better than that
my truth sever a track
the youth better get back
study the basics
what i spit bury the matrix
n+++az is worried this hot curry n+++az is tasteless
faceless, wearin a mask, so when i blast you can’t say sh+t
finish the task, when i spray sh+t
my day split between pain and pleasure
breakin ya efforts
taylor ya life when takin the measures
extreme deem em worthless
when my verse hit
lil n+++az is triggered can’t even read the cursive
the wordsmith spit the word
bout to swerve in the benz bent hit the curb
curve b+tches at the bar bars hit the nerds
im amongst my people
f+ck this industry that junk is evil

you wanna have sh+t
you gotta grab sh+t
screamin like puff in the office, imma savage (imma savage)
balance the good with the bad sh+t
avoid them n+++az who hatin they on that crab sh+t
i decided long ago, f+ck the average
cuz i been k!llin these mics it’s something tragic
i don’t need a b+tch or her baggage
never chase a hit boy just make magic



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