Tony Starks, liquid metal the rebel in the evenin' Shadows sweapens Vanishin' the book of instruction Fuckin' with the Wu-Tang Production Is Lord to all who
talking bout Ya'll know who dat is Dat's me Huh? wuh? Dat nigga nigga Mr. Magic Dat nigga nigga Mr. Magic Chorus: Dat's me muthafucker dats me Who
pop up In the junk yard scattered round, bodies all chopped up If I flip out, I take a quick flight up out the country Better ask somebody, Mr. Magic
, who are descending this staircase with sweat on your brow afraid of going down you let your gaze glide down the stairs like a shadow. yes, you. this
, pull up they pants Hide they rags and start to act good, ha ha ha ha ha Who mashes with the crazy, illest niggaz in town? (I do) Killin' willingly, who
at the garage. After the suicide free-for-all, mr. and mrs. lisbon gave up any attempt to lead a normal life. They had mr. henry pack up the house, selling
And my colouring pastels Johnathan Swift-ly writing His Gulliver's Travels At the Bliss brewery, Guzzle a bubbling glass full Went under my chateau, Where I hung up my shadow
straight off my back with a gun like I?m in Iraq And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crackle And snap back and battle my own shadow
, I come Straight off my back with a gun like I'm in Iraq And in fact I attack and tackle and sack and crack And crack 'em and snap back and battle my own shadow
expose frequencies in sequence Napalm gets dropped long range like fiber optics Check the rhyme activity your skills is microscopic Peace to my crew and my nigga El-P Who
it ain't me, who got the best planin'? Who got your ears tuned it and who keeps you listenin'? Who gots your undivided attention? Who makes your panties
himself Good Gog, sad man Couldn't face up to the yin and the yang Everybody all of us got a shadow Who knows what lurks in the hearts of men The shadow
this number and check my messages You have fifteen new voice messages fifteen messages I just got this phone, hey Vic, this is Kashif, what? Forget that Mr. Wooten, this is Mr
'cause I'm the one who hit Billie Jean Quick to say Parlay, fond of Bob Marley You know the four one one hon, we're jammin' So, clear the road, here comes Mr
, and all of these bastards have taken his place He's forgotten but not yet gone And "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones And "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones And "I'm sorry, Mr
I'm on. ask yourself, when will he be seen on each and every TV screen? four legs good, two legs bad, four legs good, two legs bad. who needs
[Mr. Lif] I'm the fire bearer Holder of the sun The Earth and the universe combined as one An everlasting energy taking all forms Blue skies on sunny
minute to exhibit that I'm sick wit it now you tell me who you think is damaging shit going once, going twice sold! to that nigga name Canibus me and Mr