Z Magic (feat. John Wicks) - 28bandit

Roc-A-Fella Records The Imperial Skateboard P Great Hova Y'all already know what it is C'mon! Yeah So what if you flip a couple words, I could triple that in birds Open your mind you see the circus in the sky I'm Ringling Brothers, Barnum & Bailey with the pies No matter how you slice it, I'm your motherfuckin' guy And just like a B-Boy with 360 waves Do the same with the pot, still come back beige Whether right or southpaw, whether pot or a jar Whip it around, it still comes back hard So easily do I W-H-I-P My repetition with wristses'll bring the kilo business I got Creole C.O. bitches, for my niggas who slipped Became prisoners, treats taped to the visitors You already know what the business is Unnecessary commissary, boy we live this shit Niggas wanna bring the '80s back That's okay with me, that's where they made me at Except I don't write on the wall I write my name in the history books hustlin' in the hall Nah, I don't spin on my head I spin my work into pot so I can spend my bread And I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it I ain't talkin' about it, I'm livin' it I'm gettin' it, straight gettin' it G-g-g-g-get it boy Don't waste your time fightin' the life Stay your course and you'll understand Get it boy It's '87 state of mind that I'm in (mind that I'm in) In my prime, so for that time I'm Rakim (I'm Rakim) If it wasn't for the crime that I was in But I wouldn't be the guy whose rhymes it is that I'm in (that I'm in) No pain, no profit P, I repeat if you show me where the pot is (pot is) Cherry M3s with the top back (top back) Red and green G's all on my hat North Beach leathers, matchin' Gucci sweater Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit together Whatever, hundred for the diamond chain Can't you tell that I came from the dope game? Blame Reagan for makin' me into a monster Blame Oliver North and Iran-Contra I ran contraband that they sponsored Before this rhymin' stuff we was in concert And I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it I ain't talkin' about it, I'm livin' it I'm gettin' it, straight gettin' it G-g-g-g-get it boy Don't waste your time fighting the life Stay your course and you'll understand Get it boy Push, money over broads you got it, fuck Bush Chef, guess what I cooked? Baked a lot of bread and kept it off the books Rockstar, look Way before the bars my picture was gettin' took Feds, they like whack rappers Try as they may they couldn't keep me on the hook, uh D.A. wanna indict me 'Cause fish scales in my veins like a Pisces The Pyrex pot rolled up my sleeves Turned one into two like a Siamese twin When it end, I'ma stand as a man Never dying on my knees, last of a dyin' breed So let the champagne pop I partied for a while now I'm back to the block And I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it I ain't talkin' about it, I'm livin' it I'm gettin' it, straight gettin' it G-g-g-g-get it boy Don't waste your time fighting the life Stay your course and you'll understand Get it boy

Girl, you've been so busy, I ain't seen you around You got the world on your shoulders Let me help you put it down Baby, come inside and leave it all behind You got your boss, your friends, your family every second of the day People push you, people pull you a million different ways I'm feeling it too I'll tell you what I'm gonna do Now that I got you here all to myself Baby, I ain't sharing you with no one else You've been everybody else's all week long But tonight you're mine, all mine If you go get the blinds, I'll turn off the phone Then I'll pour a little wine, baby, make yourself at home All I wanna do is spend some time on you Now that I got you here all to myself Baby, I ain't sharing you with no one else You've been everybody else's all week long But tonight you're mine, all mine It might sound a little selfish, I know (I know) But can you blame me, I've been missing you so (missing you so) Whoa You've been everybody else's all week long But tonight you're mine, all mine Yeah, tonight you're mine, all mine, all mine Yeah, yeah