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qwel & maker - abracadabra lyrics

[verse 1:]
the lesson for desensitized eyes, it’s the professor
came up too quick, well i depressurize fresher
anesthetize mics like i petrify the jester
my medicine electrify, i let the fire getcha
i flame ’em in the matrix, set to rectify the vectors
the metaphysics fly, ghostwrite for nicky tesla
i effervesce fresh from the hundreds up to glendale
rappers try to dap, i leave ’em hanging like the chem trail
drippin’ on the benzos with benzene rain
real recognize real, it’s why these emcees strange
steady juicin’ on the gin with the mecka lecka hiney
or checkin’ on the lines i’m like ‘yep, better get behind me’
i resurrect a better lex so better check the timing
or flex it on this leper, peep the deaf be tryin’ to sign me
ironic anti-gangster though i find it kinda whiny
i find it kinda funny money mind be on the shiny
i shine it under umbra they heard it through the grape vine
i wrote it in a wormhole and quote it on the ley line

[chorus:]
boo your ghost writer, dog its nothin’ equal
emcees feeble, tryin’ to take it back like uncle rico
it’s sorta sad, don’t know why these mortals brag
they boring, catch me snoring off the time portal lag

[verse 2:]
don’t even dap ’em, treat these rappers like they groupies to me
they’re used to losing, acting life, looping the rudy movie
the flame done flashing off the phoenix peep it toodaloo
g*nius actin’ or rippin’ stickers off the rubiks cube
made jekyll hyde (hide) — it’s why the rappers be like ‘hey god’
they mean it when they say it to me lazy on they day job
pretendin’ ten of ten, i’m like ‘uh huh’ all on the g-ydar
bitter or forsake ’em, then i shake ’em like they hagar
waitin’ on the day, debatin’ greatness fake they hate ours
they frontin’ on the verge, i rip the curtain off the great oz
get gone with that wizardry, precision indivisibly
little me in canada, j-pan, france, italy
your bandstands little league literally naw
you know the sh-t we did, cause if we did it, sh-t would be raw
when i peekaboo the foolish who just cease it to the brutus
i’m boomin’ through the speakers, jesus speakin’ to the judas

[chorus:]

[verse 3:]
the lightning strike it iller, like ‘aight they writin’ filler
or foolish like its cool like everybody bitin’ dilla
see ’em go off and they show all they fascist hate
but on the really i don’t know dog, we can’t relate
but see the p-ssion in the fashion but the actin’ can’t stop us
smaller understanding slash fractions improper
on the square like the radical but actors didn’t bother
leave ’em hangin’ full of sugar from the rafter piñata
they better pitter-patter, bet i let the bitter bait ’em
they’re mad at adam magic pattern prestidigitate ’em
they brag, i abracadabra ’em and rabbit-out-the-hat ’em
with nothin’ up the sleeve, but leave em blink your ether greener
master recognize master, geekin’ g*nius see the pattern
the e above the c squared the m-ss proceed to lead ’em
tried to bite the slight of hand, the fact they did didn’t surprise him
they focus on the watch and count to ten, i hypnotize ’em

[chorus:]

- qwel maker lyrics

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