Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Levitate (Like Magic), artist - Funky DL. Album song Autonomy: The 4th Quarter 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.07.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Washington Classics
Song language: English
Levitate (Like Magic) |
VERSE ONE |
I grew up the inner-city, surrounded by bad boys, nothin' like Diddy, |
where dudes would punch a stranger in his face for something shitty, |
like getting dropped in front of your friends from a girl that’s pretty, |
all because she wanna date a dude considered much more gritty, |
where jokers step to you to stab you cos they hate your brother, |
all because he’s dating some chick that they failed to make they lover, |
where two friends as teenagers got each others back, |
fast-forward, now one is supplying the other with crack, |
where children kicked out of the class because they didn’t listen, |
fucked they education to become a guest inside a prison, |
where beautiful chicks with infinite prospects, |
tagged themselves to a loser like inanimate objects, yo', |
I was surrounded by this bullshit all day, everyday, |
but didn’t stop me doing shit… Lemons? |
fuck it, Lemonade, |
cos I understood that my decisions were forever made |
by the brilliance that I was given just to levitate. |
Like magic, |
levitate (scratch), |
(yo), like magic, |
levitate (scratch), |
like magic, |
levitate (scratch) |
(yo), like magic, |
I don’t stop (scratch) |
VERSE TWO |
I came up in a time of street altercations, dudes fighting chicks, |
prepared to beat a brother with a loose wall brick, |
bust his eye, put him hospital, got my tooth chipped, |
where chicks caught reputations as a scandalous bitch, |
forgot to mention, two days suspension, no intervention, |
teachers could fuck around and give the wrong kid a detention, |
so this student put a bag over the teacher’s head, |
beat him with a metal pipe then went home, |
left him for dead, crazy fucka, |
I’m from a place where the olders sent you out there |
to steal a sports jersey, but I tell em' no without fear, |
without apprehension, hesitation or reluctances, |
weed smoke and pill popping led to other substances, |
no trust funds, no imperial materials, |
the only silver spoon I had was sugar on my cereal yo', |
I was surrounded by this all day everyday, |
but I put my head to something bigger so I’d levitate. |
BREAKDOWN |
scratching (breakdown) |
VERSE THREE |
I’m raised up from a place where rappers wanna fight you |
for being frightfully nice, |
for every time you made a beat and grabbed the mic, |
when they pull you in the corner, tell you change your name, |
cos there’s another DL on the DL and you doused his flame, |
«oh I’m sorry», |
I’m just trying to make it out the hood just like the rest of them, |
took a bunch of beats and now I’m verbally molesting them, |
you can call this a walk in the park like a pedestrian, |
so I’mma live it like the man I am and fuck your estrogen, |
I’m here to be the best of them, I guess I’ll be a pest again |
until my life’s a testament to every living specimen, |
and yet again just when they thought I wouldn’t pass the test again, |
I gathered with my tribe and so I guess I’m on a quest again, |
autonomous prominence, I am synonymous with dominance, |
I’m never doing nothing with incompetence, |
cos we surrounded by it all day every day, |
and that’s a good enough reason for us to wanna levitate. |
BREAKDOWN |