Rap rejects my tape deck, ejects projectile Whether Jew or gentile, I rank top percentile Many styles, more powerful than gamma rays My grammar pays, like Carlos Sanatana plays, 'Black Magic
time. Bizzy-(Rapping)I promise that I'll hunt you bastards, zip 'em in casket, here to get drastic, fast in a hurry. Is you ready for me magic? Let
, tell the doubters get they wallets out Hot when the dice is out, they go broke findin out Smack ya mojo, caught a half of 'oh no' Magical vocals, get
LIL TWIST VERSE 1 its the microphone killa microphone wrecka call me mr. twist himself the young chubby checker like young money young'n when no playn
Caddy so back it up fast Hit it a hour and a half, watch the spectacular splash On the back and leave it drippin' down the crack of her ass Call me Mr
hood bitch the fifths on a shoppin trip 5000 Ones ya you know young wit it So high up in the air she need a flight to go get it Still mr. magic city
are here for your dancing pleasure With our microphones 'cause that's what we treasure Now, the man, you see, who has hands of magic His name is Mr.
the strip club Lookin' at all this pussy, me and the boys, me and 2 Live Crew Brother Marquis, Mr.Mixx, Mr.Mixx, uh, Fresh, Fresh Kid Ice You know we at Magic
Introducin' Mr. 3, yeah, 0, yeah, 5 Hop in the bucket and haul ass Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
hopped on the fuckin' beat and I worldwide chopped Wanna I fuck wit' Tech N9ne, well, then fine I smoke a beat wit' Mr. Busta Rhymes, well, sure, why
steel magnum, braggin', leavin' my toe tagged As I get raggamuffin', no bluffin', the body bagged Breaks all your bad habits, bad blood fanatics Clean up the magic
the day His name is Mr. Shady Children quiet down please Brian don't throw that (Shut up) Mr. Shady will be your new substitute While Mr. Kaniff is
reteric for you relics (The buffalo fake the nigga street sweeper) The Grim Reaper's grim reaper I'm a Don like Magic Juan, off that sauvignon The game
i think Doc,dre the day the only things that matter to me my sons my K,so stay the fuck away from LA,is the Game everybody know me.Mr 8x platium from
up spit Grew up - too quick went through too much do too much shit Corrupt, and I'm a pour it on like syrup bitch Thick and rich, sick and twisted, Mr
mixed, think I'm all mankind Listen, Mr Pessimister With your Catholic taste Oh, listen Mr Pessimister Pessimister, we do not relate Listen, Mr Pessimister Pessimister, Pessimister Mr
Hey Mr. Tambourine Man play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey Mr. Tambourine Man play a song for me In a jingle-jangle
hot It is a house of funk Females and males Both headed all for the disco The DJ plays your favorite blasts Takes you back to the past, music's magic