Qwel & Maker - Abracadabra lyrics

[Verse 1:] The lesson for desensitized eyes, it's the professor Came up too quick, well I depressurize fresher Anesthetize mics like I petrify the jester My medicine electrify, I let the fire getcha I flame 'em in the matrix, set to rectify the vectors The metaphysics fly, ghostwrite for Nicky Tesla I effervesce fresh from the hundreds up to Glendale Rappers try to dap, I leave 'em hanging like the chem trail Drippin' on the benzos with benzene rain Real recognize real, it's why these emcees strange Steady juicin' on the gin with the mecka lecka hiney Or checkin' on the lines I'm like 'yep, better get behind me' I resurrect a better lex so better check the timing Or flex it on this leper, peep the deaf be tryin' to sign me Ironic anti-gangster though I find it kinda whiny I find it kinda funny money mind be on the shiny I shine it under umbra they heard it through the grape vine I wrote it in a wormhole and quote it on the ley line [Chorus:] Boo your ghost writer, dog its nothin' equal Emcees feeble, tryin' to take it back like Uncle Rico It's sorta sad, don't know why these mortals brag They boring, catch me snoring off the time portal lag [Verse 2:] Don't even dap 'em, treat these rappers like they groupies to me They're used to losing, acting life, looping the Rudy movie The flame done flashing off the phoenix peep it toodaloo Genius actin' or rippin' stickers off the Rubiks Cube Made Jekyll Hyde (hide) -- it's why the rappers be like 'hey god' They mean it when they say it to me lazy on they day job Pretendin' ten of ten, I'm like 'uh huh' all on the gaydar Bitter or forsake 'em, then I shake 'em like they Hagar Waitin' on the day, debatin' greatness fake they hate ours They frontin' on the verge, I rip the curtain off the great Oz Get gone with that wizardry, precision indivisibly Little me in Canada, Japan, France, Italy Your bandstands little league literally naw You know the sh** we did, cause if we did it, sh** would be raw When I peekaboo the foolish who just cease it to the Brutus I'm boomin' through the speakers, Jesus speakin' to the Judas [Chorus:] [Verse 3:] The lightning strike it iller, like 'aight they writin' filler Or foolish like its cool like everybody bitin' Dilla See 'em go off and they show all they fascist hate But on the really I don't know dog, we can't relate But see the pa**ion in the fashion but the actin' can't stop us Smaller understanding slash fractions improper On the square like the radical but actors didn't bother Leave 'em hangin' full of sugar from the rafter piñata They better pitter-patter, bet I let the bitter bait 'em They're mad at Adam magic pattern prestidigitate 'em They brag, I abracadabra 'em and rabbit-out-the-hat 'em With nothin' up the sleeve, but leave em blink your ether greener Master recognize master, geekin' genius see the pattern The E above the C squared the ma** proceed to lead 'em Tried to bite the slight of hand, the fact they did didn't surprise him They focus on the watch and count to ten, I hypnotize 'em [Chorus:]