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smokexcvi & soulsmith vii - april 21: magic lyrics

[hook: soulsmith vii & smokexcvi]
feel like this sh-t is a cl-ssic
on the mic, we wreaking havoc
this is crazy, real madness
all you n-ggas sounding average
oh, you say you got a smash hit?
leave the beat inside a casket
this is crazy, real madness
abracadabra, magic!

[verse 1: smokexcvi]
i’m a real n-gga, how you fakes feel?
talk a lot trash, its your fake grills
got nada, glad i got none
grinding till a n-gga got some
drop a tape, april 21st
now i gotta charge for the f-cking verse
tryna put that st–z on
hardly in the game, feeling like a don
g’d up with clique
my sh-t’s straight sick
no rules, no rules referee
serving n-ggas like i’m jeffrey
on the mic feeling purpose
n-ggas know that imma murk it
i’m the realest n-gga i know
can’t you tell how i flow
wack cats gotta mind the gap
putting u.t.a on the f-cking map
pants sagged, i’m the blackest out
putting work in, fans never doubt
you know what i’m about
alien bump the music loud, lever higher than the f-cking clouds
april 21st n-gga, signing out

[verse 2: soulsmith vii]
all you n-ggas sounding average
all you n-ggas really lacking
say my name when you rapping?
i leave yo’ -ss in the past tense
i’m shakespeare back in action
y’all ain’t real, reenactments
i tried to turn ghost from this rap sh-t
hit the curve and ended up crashing
i guess that explains my return though
or is it my thirst
for when i hop on and just murder flows?
prepare for the worst
i only got eyes for the skies
you asking me why? well, i’ll tell you about these dimensions
they laugh at me when i tell ’em i’m jesus until i start levitating and ascending
my oh my, all you n-ggas the same, it’s petty and strange ’cause y’all keep pretending
like y’all are the kings and queens, but please, once we in the building, y’all n-ggas is stressing
but back to the weird, for real
i’m all about weird, for real
now i’m acting weird, for real
d-mn, n-gga, catch a chill
gotham city, yeah, i run this b-tch with a smiley face and some laughing gas
why so serious? y’all hilarious, whoever’s the king, tell ’em kiss my -ss
every day’s the 13th, i feel like jason plus i walk around with a hockey mask
hit the ground running but i’m never chasing b-tches, only chasing digits – get the bags

[hook x2: smokexcvi & soulsmith vii]
feel like this sh-t is a cl-ssic
on the mic, we wreaking havoc
this is crazy, real madness
all you n-ggas sounding average
oh, you say you got a smash hit?
leave the beat inside a casket
this is crazy, real madness
abracadabra, magic!

- smokexcvi soulsmith vii lyrics

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