you dance along the avenue painting this town a brilliant shade of blue and that's where I'll find you casting this spell this black magic that you do
And you dance along the avenue painting this town a brilliant shade of blue and that's where I'll find you casting this spell this black magic that you
up to a homicide, Ain't nobody dreams to Welcome to the home of the Home invasion DEA like to raid, You might get your home raided Went up in it Like
rap but there on the slaps of haikus I spite you for not givin' it up fuck what that nigga say, nigga give it up why black people act like little kids
Black Magic, the worlds screaming for change Whos feeling this pain, are we dreaming in vain Black Magic, are we dreaming in vain Black Magic, you feeling
Wake up to a homicide, ain't nobody dreams to Welcome to the home of the home invasion DEA like to raid, you might get your home raided Went up in it like
you. Like I can't spend another minute without you. You know that drink let you say things you ain't allowed to. Things that you feel, but you're way
Never been spoken {Oh Yeah} They'll fly to you they'll carry you home {carry you home} Come back into my arms Suspended on Silver Wings {On Silver
the Book of Magica rested. They possessed a much weaker form of magic themselves, and although it would be normally quite useless against the strength of Magica
you in na streets I'mma wet you wit da heats I'm not gon step to you or speak Or give you a fake pound or bless you wit a speech(So chill) Dude we in
my father's eye. To him, my brother could do no wrong and I became The Invisible Boy, the proverbial 'black sheep' and I soon figured out that red and black
's eye. To him, my brother could do no wrong and I became The Invisible Boy, the proverbial 'black sheep' and I soon figured out that red and black don
it do what it does, now drunk textin Like its all about you, like I cant spend Another minute without you You know the drinks let you say things You aint
They snitchin' like Donnie Brisco and countin' like Monte Cristo The ghetto full of betrayal like Iago and Othello Your fellow neighbor will slay you, they'll smoke you like
Pusha T & Lupe Fiasco) [Kanye:] Hey, Do you have any black inside you Would you like some, like some? You know you got a right to Do whatever you like