Mana (feat. Seraph the Genie)

"So you think you can handle my mage style?"
"Why, yes, yes I can"
"Well
I'd like to see you try..."

Popping pills in the dragons lair, shit, I'm in danger
Casting spells, I'm a wizard, blast a demon back to hell
My mic is my wand and I'm lost in this song
Rip a bong with my guild, we were rappers all along
Words and boards, battlemage with my swords, "magic missile"
I will yell, it'll kill you by itself
Shooting magic out a staff that'll knock you on your ass
Keep a potion in my robe that'll split you in half
Oogway, fung shway, Kung fu, how I'll end you it's true
Using charms that'll melt you into goo
Man's red fire and the heat I desire
Uncle Louie with the phooey not done till I retire
I'm a pyromaniac, scratch that a brainiac
A poet and I know it this'll bring me fat stacks
You're just the next man, a spell tome in one hand
Try to copy me but you never had a chance

Looking at my words like a peon of the times
I drop rhymes like dimes, wordplay it's a crime
There's a fungus I summon that grows to the banners
I got this, I know this'll rack up my mana, my scepter I run this
Come get the rubbish
You artists will publish, I harness to punish and pummel like pumice
How sick the elixir
Thick is the mixture but it can be thicker

Slay the demons that are coming straight from hell
I'll excel if we prevail then we'll go and break the veil
Told the tales of the souls
That prolly got impaled in the caves and where we sailed
We'll find the holy grail, filled my mana by the well, like we drifted
I've been hailed as a villain
My energy is killing
This rap be fulfilling
Everybody chilling, potion throwing off the ceiling
The civilians think I'm grilled
When we be spilling gold doubloons and somebody bill him
But don't kill him
No thrills when we be kicking in the back seat of a horse-lead taxi
I'm living track free, you can't find exactly where my back be

Uh

So I sit by my wood stove, Backwoods, Bilbo, roll it up as the wind blows
And tales as old as sin, whoa, smoking truths slow, smoked the stew slow
But what would you know?

Yeah

I've been working on getting my level up
No armor stats but I got a nice trait, trample
Then melt ya face but don't bubble up
Learning what can you even handle
Catch up, tryna mantle
Got flamed, knocked the candles
Understanding it's a handful
This shit is too hot, yo, ya know it's pan handled

I'm Seraph the Genie, I've never been greedy
I'll grant you a wish but you better believe me
I stack fettuccini and mac tortellini, I flow with the magic like Harry Houdini
It's tragic to see the game in the state it's in
These phony rappers failing to see the purpose therein
Win
And make a piece of art from the heart
Trying to execute is tearing you apart
I brandish my chords and they do the contortion
I send my bard forces to shoot up your doorstep
And slash you with swords while invading your fortress
Evading attack man, your chances are hopeless
Advancing the post so you cannot riposte
Cause' when Seraph's around opposition is toast
Domino's the maestro who holds scrolls
Yet to unfold and I'm sold!