Yo, you could pull a rabbit out a hat, that's tricky
I know where there's twelve thousand birds in a chimney
Your kinda witchcraft take a lot of practice
My kinda witchcraft show up in the Atmos

Yo, sent you a pin
And a date in September, lemme pencil you in
You could spend your whole summer hiding birds in your coat
But come one fall eve, 6:30 on the nose
On a grassy knoll, by a school of brick
I'll be sipping something diet with a lime on the rim
I'll be slicing up a kiwi, 'bout the size of my fist
About to put you on the science of the migrating Swift
You like, "I didn't come for sciencе, I had come for a trick"
You had come for some magic, dummy, shut-up and sit
Thеre's a couple thousand other people doing the same
To see a miracle, smoke and mirrors ruins the frame

I'm saying yo, you could link solid metal rings, that's tricky
Ten birds circling a middle school dizzy
Choosing a location to pause
Along the route to Venezuela, well away from the frost
Yes, yes, y'all, I'm fried y'all

Vaux's Swifts, loyal to the neighbors, for example
This chimney been a favorite since the '80s
By seven, it was several hundred birds
The show is a slow burn, though it only take a moment to turn
Here a thou', there another
Synchronized swimmers doing aerials above us
A prayer for the lovers, catch this
Your kinda witchcraft take a lotta practice
My kinda witchcraft ain't about distraction
Yo, focus on the throwdown
Sorcery so absurd even Merlin had his phone out
7:15 like a Sistine Chapel
Wearing particle effects projected to seem natural
Sunset, jaw-dropping avian performance
The patterns are mathematics, the algorithm enormous
And growing, headline, not to be foul
Reads, "Earth mother posterizes wands into flowers"
And yo, you could turn a wand into flowers, that's tricky
Over 10K cyclone, above the city
Your kinda witchcraft take a lotta angles
My kinda witchcraft witness to the angels

You could levitate a volunteer, that's tricky
Twelve stacks hit the tornado in a tizzy
An act the likes of which we've
Never seen, even when there's nothing up the sleeve
Yes, yes, y'all, I'm starving

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Yo, the funneling of Swifts into brick
Cylinders is seriously some mystical shit
I mean, dare I say astonishing?
Fuck it, I'ma say it, it's astonishing
That's truth, stranger, that's a true banger
Plus, they put the show on every day for a month
Now I appreciate my card has found its way to the top of the whole deck
But homie, you just can't make this shit up
As for the homie I showed, I remember smoke from the ears
I heard he had to move home, hasn't spoke in a year
Well shit, that's not supposed to happen
Then again that's classic action re-action
Yo, you could pull a rabbit out a hat that's tricky
Twelve thousand birds disappear into a chimney
Your kinda witchcraft take a lotta practice
My kinda witchcraft show up in the Atmos

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