Magic (Sorcerous Phunk)

You guys wanna see a magic trick
Trust me, this is magic. Okay, here we go

Prestidigitation's what I'm makin' across the nation
As I cause applause and standin' ovations

So hurry, step up; I think I'm gonna need a volunteer
Because I got somethin' real funky that you gotta hear

Don't just trust what ya eyes can see, cuz there could be
Much more in store, so listen carefully

As I brainstorm, but never in the same form
Honey, I got more tricks than James Bond

Lift and levitate; words click and resonate
I'm movin' and vibratin' too quick to hesitate

Which causes MCs to dream and hallucinate
I bruise the fake and refuse to break

I'm infinite, everlastin'; no expiration
Gotta use the flex for my next creation

Eatin' death for breakfast; I'm the lord of Azkaban
Wit' my sonic sorcery, ya sure to clap ya hands

Puttin' the "mental" in "instrumental"
It's only a matter of time before I shatter ya mind

Wit' a magical rhyme and a powerful flow
Ha! Now ya know... I got

Magic! Magic! Magic! Ye-ee-ea-ah
Magic! Magic! Magic! Ye-ee-ea-ah
Magic! Magic! Magic! Ye-ee-ea-ah
Magic! Magic! Magic! Ye-ee-ea-ah

I steal the show like a hardened criminal
You'll feel the flow 'cuz the bars is lyrical

MCs in trouble when my powers increase and double
All that's left of 'em will be debris and rubble

Synths are feminine and drums are masculine
Ill like a pathogen, so MC Zappa wins

By movin' the crowd and keepin' bodies in motion
Steppin' to me? What a crazy notion

See, I mix and match to find lyrical gold
And whatever I come up with, it will be cold

Or hot, dependin' on how you look at it
A sucka talk smack and I throw the book at him

I'm a wizard, a mage of a different age
And you know I'm livid wit' rage when I'm rippin' the stage

Yo, I'm both the cause and the effect
So step to me, and you'll all be gettin' wrecked

You get the hex marks soon as the flex starts
Your mind is trapped wit' no room, so it'll go boom

I'm causin' total chaos and mass confusion
Yo, here's my last illusion

Magic! Magic! Magic! Ye-ee-ea-ah
Magic! Magic! Magic! Ye-ee-ea-ah
Magic! Magic! Magic! Ye-ee-ea-ah
Magic! Magic! Magic! Ye-ee-ea-ah

Abra-abracadabra
Abracadabra
Abracadabra, alakazam

How do he make all these albums be ill?
Simple; by usin' the alchemy skills

But I'm warnin' ya; don't try to duplicate the formula
Hard to imitate what the God originate

Like Scott Saunders, my status is elevated
With the power of meditatin', Zappa was never faded

As above, so below, yo
And my love, I hope ya know

That it's a thin line between love and hate
Everything got two sides, even a dub plate

So hot and cold exist on the same spectrum
I got control of the mics and I wrecked 'em

Turn it upside down 'cuz ya love to hear percussion
Huh; show me a punk MC, and I'll crush him

Now you see me like Houdini
Then you get torn asunder by storms and thunder

And the flame; ain't that a shame? You should surrender
You just a cheap trick but I got mad tender

But ya can't tell 'cuz ya under the damn spell
And it's all over now like Manzel

Actually officer, I'm a magician