Текст песни Black Magic ft Catmandu - Twisted Insane

That motherfuckin′ bitch was off the hook too
(Car starts and radio plays)
Hurry up and roll that
Motherfuckin' blunt nigga before the police come
Last time it was just real

Mmmhmm
They knew I had...
They knew I had that heat huh
My shit was right by me
Hand me that motherfuckin′ blunt
This motherfucka', I gotta dry this bitch first

Paranoia!
Dissin' my body with flames, coat this ice
Homie, ya better be ready for war
When walkin′ down the street at night n′
Ready with hand on the gauge
For niggas that run up or wanna get diesel
Run up on me, there is no sequel
Motherfucker, the bullet will meet you
To bury your body in river for niggas that run up and got gatz
Stop that!
Homie, because we all know where you been shot at
This nigga wanna get down
Heck, my niggas wanna get down too!
Run up on us and kick up dust
Watchin' how fast we clowned you
[?] a 40 ounce bottle while feelin′ that ganja
Lucifer turn on my demons to make me do
Everything, even if choppin' off nostrils
I walk in the do′
Look for the money, for penny, then hurry and sell
You niggas,
Ya better be ready and lose the first penny just because of the smell
Nigga be walkin' through Hell
Head for this murder and keepin′ the death
Put one in ya [nut?] when I'm bussin' my tech,
With the tech and get off of the set
This ain′t the right flow...
For niggas that really don′t wanna be bussin'
Step over homie,
We feel that we differ, we on a mission, nigga no discussion

Do you want to know black magic?
Where yo ass can get smashed fo′ pickin' up savine
And fuckin′ with them psychos
And bustin' with the rifles
We niggas best sight no [What?!]
Muthafuckas you ain′t never seen me before you hit the do'
[?] like a habit
So come into my room and let me teach you black magic

It had happened one Saturday night,
I was mobbin' like a muthafucka′,
Down in [sick and the loony?] street
Smokin′ on some hydroponic trees
Me and my [peep?] was plottin' on a come up
Imma burn somethin′ like a skinny ho, can't cook in the mornin′
If you sleepin, we creepin'
Givin′ niggas dirt naps
I'm hurtin', for certain
And homie you don′t wanna see
187, don′t listen to eleven
[?] nigga's pockets and king-sized mantles n′
Shit's gettin′ funky like them [?] [clumps?] flattenin'
Couldn′t clean like a surgeon, make you bloody like a virgin
Only God can judge me and I'm wonderin' will I ever see [Pac?] again,
I′m livin′ [straight?
] For this life and I know I'm gonna murder somethin′
Twisted Insane got the gauge, gon' pop somethin′
If this [night?] go good, homie we gon' cop somethin′
Break it down, bag it up,
And hit the block all in the same night,
This black magic'll have you seein' lights

Do you want to know black magic?
Where yo ass can get smashed fo′ pickin up savine
And fuckin′ with them psychos
And bustin' with the rifles
We niggas best sight no [What?!]
Muthafuckas you ain′t never seen me before you hit the do'
[?] like a habit
So come into my room and let me teach you black magic

One off for the dojo
Sufferin′ one to the dome [?] my composure
Circle and salt when I'm doin′ the voodoo
And lightin' a candle and urn for the
And leavin' em all in the dirt
So niggas that take out they stomach and fill
Em with bullets, you know about puttin′ in work
I′m never the one to be [lit in the car?] [?] feelin' the booster
[?] when off of Medusa
40 ounce and a Ruger,
Dumpin′ on niggas that really don't wanna be fucked with
Hop out the model when off of the bottle and
Catch ya slippin′ right in front of ya bucket
Catch ya slippin' right in front of ya bucket
My niggas will [brack em?] all to the brain
Look into they eyes and [happen?],
Watch how fast these niggas [?] when they encounter the flames
Burnin bodies like the ashes and urns,
I′m ready to learn why these niggas are sicker
Dumpin' with so much artillery,
Niggas they feelin' me when I be off of the liquor
Sick and the quicksand′s gettin′ thicker
And all the O.E. is just killin' my liver
So passionate for bein′ [?] [mixin you?] with the wicked elixir
Hopin' you niggas is gettin′ your fixer
Off of my shit cause I do be a savage
Meetin' your doom when you enter the room...
Black magic

Do you want to know black magic?
Where yo ass can get smashed fo′ pickin up savine
And fuckin' with them psychos
And bustin' with the rifles
We niggas best sight no [What?!]
Muthafuckas you ain′t never seen me before you hit the do′
[?] like a habit
So come into my room and let me teach you black magic