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magic! - i.k.p. lyrics

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[intro:]
magic! (8x)

[chorus: i.k.p. + swanny river]
crown vicky sideways on vogues (magic!!)
watch the inches disappear inside the throat (magic!!)
(repeat 4x)

[pre-verse: i.k.p.]
my first luxury car would be a porsh-ah!
to drive by every shady wh-r- snatching tracks like her name was ken-yah!
but no free rides, or meal tickets
no free rides, or meal tickets

guess i really am ignorant
guess i’ll have to ignore your rants, ok?
but, no free rides, or meal tickets
no free rides, or meal tickets

[verse 1]:
you was hoping
you would get chosen
but we was hoping
you put on lotion
look like a slow pimp, with no slogan
a monkey, and a token
cuz they don’t f-ck with you
you just a colored dude
with a wig on, and ugly f-cking shoes
looking remedial
what’s the f-cking use?
hog spit and hog-tie me
going ham, but i’m cutting loose

[chorus i.k.p. + swanny river]::
crown vicky sideways on vogues (magic!!)
watch the inches disappear inside the throat (magic!!)
(repeat 4x)

[pre-verse: i.k.p.]
my first luxury car would be a porsh-ah!
to drive by every shady wh-r- snatching tracks like her name was ken-yah!
but no free rides, or meal tickets
no free rides, or meal tickets

guess i really am ignorant
guess i’ll have to ignore your rants, hoe!
but, no free rides, or meal tickets
no free rides, or meal tickets

[verse 2: i.k.p.]
scr-ppin with these n-gg-s
ain’t no lifetime peace
set a hoe straight one time; get the ddt
y’all know i’m living for the lort
my peace be still
uncle got the diamond-studded piece of steal
pray jesus heal
prez don’t get no blood on his hands
the suit too clean
i am so ordained; you smelling like you ain’t home-trained
get ya sweaty mitts ‘way from the chrome-plated bish
paying tabs, credit so legit, act like you know the biss

[chorus: i.k.p. + swanny river]
crown vicky sideways on vogues (magic!!)
watch the inches disappear inside the throat (magic!!)
(repeat 4x)

[verse 3: i.k.p.]:
big tings a gwan
wanti-wanti can’t get it
am i doing too much or you ain’t doing enough
(holla at a scholaaaaar!)
getti-getti nah wanti
you ain’t a clone; you’re a dull drone from the doldrums

surreptitious; yo i’m vicious
why would you insist on envisioning me in any other position?
ever since i enlisted, never been timid
rippin shit as if it was a petition
to diminish my -ssembly of wickedness
cannibalistic misfit
if you pitch me into the pits, i’ll be rippin
skins like when michael vick played hunger games with his pits
i can’t conclude which new f-g get the noose gag
could it be the douchebag with the beats headphones-
or the cruising youth with the rude act?
i don’t really want it with them boys
where the f-ck are their mentors?
they the type with rosebuds, but close up, they really hemorrhoids
you was busy discriminating while my words are reverberating
clip a finger with a cigar cutter, fry it in the cast iron; serve a hater
game is easy but he go hard
i pick the pen up, you get wrote off
i done told yall don’t hold off
shake ya load off, get ya soul tossed
take zoloft; you sound depressed
better yet, lemme take ya breath
symbicort may save you dudes
when i disrobe, you get the naked truth

you say you going hard but i got maaad doubts
cuz yo -ssss out all in that baaaath house
soak you like the atlantic with my blaaaack spout
all in that baaaad mouth
till you gaaaaag out

[chorus i.k.p. + swanny river]:
crown vicky sideways on vogues (magic!!)
watch the inches disappear inside the throat (magic!!)
(repeat 2x)

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