Mike Joey - Blue Magic lyrics

That Blue Magic for your soul You see the way we ride out Tossin' out the oldies in respect for what we rhymed out They cryin' 'bout me, but I'm flyin' low key Now their eyes on me, so they buyin' out me, right? That blue magic for your soul, swear you ain't see nothin' Huntin' season, huntin' rappers, Elmer Fudds my cousin, b**h First stop, fifth grade veteran Dollar and a dream so I stay working like a Mexican Trying to spit that deeper sh** to prove that I am better than These other guys? Never then, improvise Second to None son you're done your rap game bums Say you trying to stay fly, you lookin' like a penguin I'm like a falcon Should've got that b**h I'm State Farming on these rookies, you just Aflac, b**h! I'mma ash that sh** Then I pa** that piff Cause all this smoke around me make my eyeballs itch Man I found my niche 'bout to go get hitched Will Smith to this music, but I can't pick which one Kevin James, see these lames? White, Jewish, Black; Not relevant to spittin' flames, and all I spit is crack They callin' me the second Mac. Crack a Mill and throw it back Drinkin' to stay sober, cause I live my life from front to back I got the knack these others lack Your career, I set it back You whacker than a mole, so you can dust off all my Grammy plaques You talkin' smack, you slackin' All the time you spend on rappin' I'mma change the game, I'm snappin' Have you people ask "What happened?" to this game? I was so comfy when this music was so simple Now they on my sh** like Gumby Burst your bubble like a pimple I ball out like a baseline boundary Still surprised (that) no record labels (have) hit me up or found me But 'till then I'm simply bagging all these bitties on the daily Hit that hole so hard then chuck the deuce, Staley Bailey's with Kahlua, I'mma rip out your medulla oblongata I'm way hotter, runnin' circles like a Hula-Hoop A super Koopa Trooper New, but I'mma be the future Oklahoma make it sooner Got my songs in your computer b**h