INTRO
M-m-magic when he hits the track –

CHORUS
When he hits the track it’s like black magic
Black magic – and he hits the track
Return of the beast, arise from the east
To never set
Magic when he hits the track

VERSE
Let your ego be gone,
It ain’t half as strong as the shit that I’m on
Is it a spell? Or is it a song?
The shit that you listen to’s doing you wrong
The pen is a wand, it’s on –
The world is my page and my word is my bond
The service is nervous, they heard it, come on
Maybe these are the verses that murdered Saddam

My dogs don’t play dead, bury beats
Right up underneath the flag
Where they lay feds
I could resurrect the track if you pay bread
Take care of the static, automatic,
Black magic is a safe bet
Cross paths with a beast mind
Lost in New York City, you couldn’t
Visualize the street sign
We on that combat with Tim boots on
Pick a sap in a suit to work the roots on

Queens bully, the swamps of Viet Cong
I plant a seed on your lawn
There’s a reason to be alarmed
Mix your complaints with a
Bit of weed in my palm
Then grill it at Benihan’s
And feed the shit to your moms
My flask is vicious, yeah, mad delicious
So when I sip it gotta ask if it’s sacrilegious
So that’s the ticket
It’s the way you had to kick it
And splash these bitches
The magic of a savage wizard

CHORUS
When he hits the track it’s like black magic
The snare sizzle when he hits the track
The gri-gri bags, the gypsy rags, the voodoo drags
Black magic when he hits the track
La-la-la-la
When he hits the track it’s like black magic
Black magic – and he hits the track
Return of the beast, arise from the east
To never set
Magic when he hits the track
(When he hits – hits)

VERSE 2
For the strength in my heart
I give thanks to Queens
Big brown bottle make a gangster lean
Not thinking ahead make a gangster fall
And when they say time is money:
Can’t waste it all
Keep my head in the game
Why face the floor?
And then anger at the paper
Where they base the laws
When it comes to how we think
They wanna cage us all
So getting paid for your pain
It ain’t strange at all

Shadowbox the system and dip
When the sirens are lighting up the night
Like rocket launchers are firing
Real ones recognize when freedom
is jeopardized
So try to feed your mind
With a side of pesticide
Survive with third eye as a guide
The answers televised to
keep you high as a kite
All this religion talk
Causing the gripe
I had to suffocate the vibe
With some Northern Lights

BRIDGE
Midnight mixologist
Hypnotic phenomenist
Forget with the dollars
And show some respect

Midnight mixologist
Hypnotic phenomenist
Forget with the dollars
And show some respect
All these souls to collect
And your shits is on deck
Show the people what time it is
What the evil’s assignment is
Been blessed with a gift
And don’t know what to do
Face the darkness inside
Let it show you the truth

CHORUS
When he hits the track –
When he hits the track –
Black – black – magic
And he hits the track
The gri-gri bags, the gypsy rags,
the voodoo drags black magic
When he hits the track
When he hits the track –
Black – black – magic
And he hits the track
Return of the beast
Arise from the east to never set
Magic when he hits the track
(When he hits – hits)

BRIDGE 2
Midnight mixologist
Hypnotic phenomenist
Forget with the dollars
And show some respect
All these souls to collect
And your shits is on deck
Show the people what time it is
What the evil’s assignment is
Been blessed with a gift
And don’t know what to do
Face the darkness inside
Let it show you the truth

Midnight mixologist
Hypnotic phenomenist
Forget with the dollars
And show some respect
All these souls to collect
And your shits is on deck
Show the people what time it is
What the evil’s assignment is
Been blessed with a gift
And don’t know what to do
Face the darkness inside
Let it show you the truth

Song by MJDorian & Starvin B
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