ice My life is an empty cage And my dreams are full of disjointed numbers One. I go in the streets Of my town with my magic brain, tonight Two. Two souls
moves,in large numbers. A couple guns,some extra clips,don?t make you bigger. You need some niggas watchin yo back,you need some TRU niggas. Chorus Magic
pisces, feel the flow of the fluid as I swim through it to free my soul. bush shoved the cane without the glove numbed the pain. the magic from up
his feet hung inches out the pig pen Motley day goblins brought up pillage to pass the stillness With bad javelin tip dipped inside barrel black magic
years are washing over me. There was nothing to lose, nothing to hold and nothing to believe. I set my fantasies on fire, there is magic in my veins
they'll never know A magic so electric like a raging dynamo Up in the air into the sky their spirits float A purifying passion wil unfold Mating souls
build another church thick walls made of men Whose souls have come and went All we know's that souls All come and go So what's that magic number Of
gotta get it my n-gga Never believe what they say Man, I gotta get paid ? Yo I'ma shock the World I'ma shock the World [Kendrick Lamar] Stare inside of the soul
like the remote battery's dead And out my heart I can't tune it Although it's been years since I consumed it Illumes in my soul is still wounded [Hook
[Lil' Rob] They wanna manipulate your mind, but don't try it Even if I was the devil and wanted your soul, I wouldn't but it I choose to stay quiet, they
return of the king of pain, enemies get slain, I'm barefoot like Ringo on Abbey Lane with oujai board raps, whichever way the wit points we'll stay at number
the crab tree, hand these to the recipient of my affections, urge they float in a crystal bowl (which I don't provide). The misdirections of the close magic
rap for all my niggaz in the back Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback See through yellow lines Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God Magic marker
hold up I got just the song [Chorus] [Verse 2: Oldwun] I'm a take that, rewind it back Make that Magic happen like I'm Penny in his throwback Zo & Tiggalo on that soul
saddening the heart. Ultimately they will become empty, mindless spectres, stripped of will and soul. Only their thirst for freedom gives them hunger
NARRATION Now that young girl, outside the store was trying to capture snow?s magic but each flake melted at her touch which her young mind found quite
your choice May it be filled with the pleasure principle In circumference to my voice About those other Jennys I reckoned with Lost them all like a homework excuse This time the Magic Number
gone Crumbs bust it pass tha popcorn As I kick flava behavior your absctract I get recognition But I represent no religon or sect So I'm no preacher but I reach your soul