Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Magic, artist -Date of issue: 06.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Black Magic |
| No I ain’t got no fucken fix for this trip |
| No glitch to get the grip |
| No switch for me to click |
| Still ain’t no fix for me in this |
| Primitive cognition, on a mission |
| Self medicated till I’m dead (Zeus) |
| With a void in my consciousness, still ain’t no fix for me in this |
| So they better come alive and die when I tell ya |
| Run it down brother, or its failure |
| See the devil only want it with the real ones |
| Sacrifice life when I tell ya |
| See, I chime with the black magic |
| Carousel your mind and retract segments of the static signs that it’s pragmatic |
| Asthmatic dying to be classed tag maggots with a gat and it’s right on |
| I been creeping in night, son |
| Animate 'em all with tip of my tongue |
| Lucid, rapping to the microphone |
| Giving it a mic, live up, die sworn |
| Sick in my mind, my brain and my brawn |
| Ready for the plague, built for the war |
| Numb to the skull and is sick as the Gods |
| I got a sickness and it won’t stop |
| So high, let my brain and my body rot (body rot) |
| I got a sickness and it won’t stop |
| So high, let my brain and my body rot (body rot) |
| Because I’m sick in the head |
| Sick 'em, sick 'em, sick 'em |
| I’m sick in the head |
| Sick 'em, sick 'em, sick 'em |
| Because i’m sick in the head |
| Sick 'em, sick 'em, sick 'em |
| I’m sick in the head |
| Sick 'em, sick 'em, sick 'em |
| Dragging 'em in the mud |
| Seeking with precision I’m a force blood, let me live in ya |
| I been drowning for 7 years, but floating for 20 more |
| Watch you saw is a man in a trance |
| I been played like a puppet in a maze |
| Psychopathic with the tests |
| No rest in the lab where I laid |
| How do I convey this? |
| When the graveyard just veneers my display, kid? |
| I’m way sick |
| Spit black acidic waste in your motherfucking face bitch |
| See i’ve been skipping, skipping to the devils song |
| Resurrecting demons that are heaven born red clotted eyes |
| As the worlds shatter in uniform, I’ma let it storm |
| I got a sickness and it won’t stop |
| So high, let my brain and my body rot (body rot) |
| I got a sickness and it won’t stop |
| So high, let my brain and my body rot (body rot) |
| Because I’m sick in the head |
| Sick 'em, sick 'em, sick 'em |
| I’m sick in the head |
| Sick 'em, sick 'em, sick 'em |
| Because i’m sick in the head |
| Sick 'em, sick 'em, sick 'em |
| I’m sick in the head |
| Sick 'em, sick 'em, sick 'em |