It's Magic

[Verse 1: Evidence] Right or wrong is not the question The question, who remains in this profession? It’s the same as it ever was and will be The game might change but the players still filthy For real, fill it up till that cup runneth (Over) I got a weak stomach, throwin’ it up and keep gunnin’ Gin rummy, king of the deck, I go dummy What’s a king with respect and no money? I think hungry You got a hunch, go fish like you never choke I’m out to lunch at dinner, like you never smoke I never quote, “It’s the best that I ever wrote” But everyone sealed the same in the envelopes I send notes out, clearin’ the coast out Appear then disappearin’ in a ghost town I get ghost now, the job is done From 1-0-4-5-6 to 9-0-2-9-1 (It’s magic) [Verse 2: The Alchemist] Of a kind, I’m original, could short cuts Custom Doctor Romanelle stitched, drap the windows of the tour bus Money moves, Ebenezer Scrooge, Daddy Warbucks Press a button in the Delorean, lift the doors up Make ‘em dance, aim for the Bally and hit the floors up Bum rappers kneel, before Zod I put my hand on a stack of Bibles and swore to God To move the crowd like a bomb scare Every time you hear me speak on a record I raise the arm hair Full throttle, celebration bottle, [?] don pair Bundles in the tux, fold it up like a lawn chair Turn over the pillow, pimp guerillo When I’m finished I scrap the plate with the Brillo Saran wrap over the kilo, then I split open a cigarillo And blow the success outta the window, it’s magic