R.A.P. Ferreira
Jes’ Grew in Osaka
[Verse 1]
Macaroni go to magician's apprentice
In direct transmission I really receive the essence
Secrets the eyes can't translate
Delivered by the hands of fate
Gold pin lapel, gold tooth, gold ring, gold necklace
I teleport and daydream
Polka dots then moonbeams
Gold metric
Old clay things
Stress is a symphony I conduct whimsically
The reality of revelries behind the everyday illusions of the commonplacе
I bend time and space with nothing but a buckеt
And no, not a water receptacle
I take the word and make spectacle
[Chorus]
That's my n***a magic
Hey, hey, hey
That's n***a magic
Ye-Yeah, yeah, yeah
That's my n***a magic
Hey, hey, hey, hey
That's n***a magic
Ye-yeah, yeah, yeah
That's my n***a magic
[Hook]
Now let me breathe on it
Now let me breathe on it
I got this thing I do, I rub my hands
Now let me breathe on it
Boom, breathe on it
[Verse 2]
My style is medicine breath
I been whipped so many times it ain't no hesitancy left
I'm really so far gone
Hope is heavy, thin, and oblong
It won't fit in my pockets but I got a few crumbs of faith
Which is apparently more than most got
You ain't squabbled if you never been cold-cocked
I'm still standing though
Ro gon' talk shit most grandiose
Cause my words will outlast any pain
You mothafuckas still ruled by your lizard brain
That's why you gonna love this next trick
The buzz of a head kick
A whirr and a click
Three birds [?]
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That's my n***a magic
Hey, hey, hey
That's n***a magic
Ye-Yeah, yeah, yeah
That's my n***a magic
Hey, hey, hey
That's n***a magic
That's my n***a magic
That's n***a magic
That's my n***a magic
[Outro]
It's all in the hands, baby
It's all in the hands
You better keep your hands
Near your pockets
And your eyes on me