Why?
You knockin' on magic doors.
If you believe in sorcery,
I could manipulate you.
Unconscious,
motorbikes, sleep-mind trips.
The staff's wireless.
My pen black out like crashing satellites.
Fire wax, the bass like fire bass.
It sound like smoke sliding glass.
The
magic lord by the magic lamp.
Eyes slant, I'm leaning like
withers in a lizard.
Lion
skin for blizzard walls.
Piece of yours if you a stand-up king.
I'm more hero.
R.I.P.
Conchino.
Angels and wings.
Now and then, and then now again.
I get it well.
I'm ringing
magic doorbells.
Keep your * locked,
but don't dissolve in the cries you see these
monster eyes.
I put a smile on for you.
The wonder and amazement of you malleable niggas.
You all sweet.
I fade your five heartbeats.
Supremacy.
Take a faith step.
I make it like
you fake *.
You knockin' on magic doors.
If you believe in sorcery, I could manipulate
you.
Unconscious,
motorbikes, sleep-mind trips.
The staff's wireless.
My pen black out like
crashing satellites.
Fire wax, the bass like fire bass.
It sound like smoke sliding glass.