Mc Zappa Magic (sorcerous Phunk)
[Intro]
"You guys wanna see a magic trick?"
"Trust me, this is magic. Okay, here we go!"
[Verse 1: MC Zappa]
Prestidigitation's what I'm makin' across the nation
As I cause applause and standin' ovations
So hurry, step up; I think I'm gonna need a volunteer
Because I got somethin' real funky that you gotta hear
Don't just trust what ya eyes can see, cuz there could be
Much more in store, so listen carefully
As I brainstorm, but never in the same form
Honey, I got more tricks than James Bond
Lift and levitate; words click and resonate
I'm movin' and vibratin' too quick to hesitate
Which causes MCs to dream and hallucinate
I bruise the fake and refuse to break
I'm infinite, everlastin'; no expiration
Gotta use the flex for my next creation
Eatin' death for breakfast; I'm the lord of Azkaban
Wit' my sonic sorcery, ya sure to clap ya hands
Puttin' the "mental" in "instrumental"
It's only a matter of time before I shatter ya mind
Wit' a magical rhyme and a powerful flow
Ha! Now ya know...I got
[Chorus]
Magic! Magic! Magic! Ye-ee-ea-ah!
Magic! Magic! Magic! Ye-ee-ea-ah!
Magic! Magic! Magic! Ye-ee-ea-ah!
Magic! Magic! Magic! Ye-ee-ea-ah!
[Verse 2: MC Zappa]
I steal the show like a hardened criminal
You'll feel the flow 'cuz the bars is lyrical
MCs in trouble when my powers increase and double
All that's left of 'em will be debris and rubble
Synths are feminine and drums are masculine
Ill like a pathogen, so MC Zappa wins
By movin' the crowd and keepin' bodies in motion
Steppin' to me? What a crazy notion
See, I mix and match to make lyrical gold
And whatever I come up with, it will be cold
Or hot, dependin' on how you look at it
A sucka talk smack and I throw the book at him
I'm a wizard, a mage of a different age
And you know I'm livid wit' rage when I'm rippin' the stage
Yo, I'm both the cause and the effect
So step to me, and you'll all be gettin' wrecked
You get the hex marks soon as the flex starts
Your mind is trapped wit' no room, so it'll go boom
I'm causin' total chaos and mass confusion
Yo, here's my last illusion
[Chorus]
Magic! Magic! Magic! Ye-ee-ea-ah!
Magic! Magic! Magic! Ye-ee-ea-ah!
Magic! Magic! Magic! Ye-ee-ea-ah!
Magic! Magic! Magic! Ye-ee-ea-ah!
Abra-abracadabra
Abracadabra
Abracadabra, alakazam!
[Verse 3]
How do he make all these albums be ill?
Simple; by usin' the alchemy skills
But I'm warnin' ya; don't try to duplicate the formula
Hard to imitate what the God originate
Like Scott Saunders, my status is elevated
With the power of meditatin', Zappa was never faded
As above, so below, yo
And my love, I hope ya know
That it's a thin line between love and hate
Everything got two sides, even a dub plate
So hot and cold exist on the same spectrum
I got control of the mics and I wrecked 'em
Turn it upside down 'cuz ya love to hear percussion
Huh; show me a punk MC, and I'll crush him
Now you see me like Houdini
Then you get torn asunder by storms and thunder
And the flame; ain't that a shame? You should surrender
You just a cheap trick but I got mad tender
But ya can't tell 'cuz ya under the damn spell
And it's all over now like Manzel
"Actually officer, I'm a magician!"
