Magic Dust (feat. Evidence)

Yo, uh, pour dressin' on a chord progression

Spill my lower intestines in a recordin' session

Hoist up a big rocket launcher and point at your direction

Rosary beads around your neck won't give you more protection

Prick my finger for the membership

Scribble with so much intensity, make the pencil split

Over the budget, my body's draped in expensive shit

Empty the cartridge and reload with an extended clip

Big mechanical wreckin' ball

Step on the raw with ethanol

You couldn't handle the repertoire

Too many ligaments to chop, I need an extra saw

I cut the cards before I shuffle up the decks and draw

Legends fall, rap blew the whistle I couldn't catch a call

Take a short piece of material and stretch it tall

All the way to the quasars

Catch me hidin' out in plain sight, I'm fly below the radar

Name, put emphasis on the gang when you say ours

Oh, you can see the stars, like soliloquy and chaos

Days'll get dark, shit get darker than a seance

We did the dirty work, there's no way that you could take ours

Ridin' all year, ain't no days off

Pop show me that mama told me that shit is gonna pay off

Ballin' like the playoffs, all that money's in the net, so

We turnin' on the green light, somebody's getting checked fasho

I'm takin' instant grams, not Instagrams

The shit, you can't picture it, man, but I can picture like a pitcher's hand

Right from the top, we throwin' curves out

Right from the mound to the corner, curve route

It's gang, gang

Yeah, I'm starin' at the paper with the margin

If the words ain't passin' when I'm rappin', then it's garbage

Growin' as an artist from the city of the harvest

Back streets be the seediest and lead 'em to their targets

Endure the hardship more than often

What is life? It's forget to live before the coffin

Starter was the jacket I was rockin' and it still is

California's active and cops are caterpillars

Body catcher on a stage, I'm that killer

His heart became cold and stone, I'm that pillar

A lot of days do tell who fell and stayed level

Keep the base at my feet

Mid-waist, faced with treble

Bad choices over time, it's been expected

The point is how you fallin' down then get up to correct it

They'd rather be wrong and sit and stand corrected

Standin' on they ground till we ran them to the exit

Off the intersection, at the lab, stove is cookin'

Connect to the dots, spots they missed and overlookin'

This is basic, leavin' blueprints for them to chase it

Followin' my steps till it's permanent, replacin' its gang