Magic Songtext
von Nature

Yeah
Yeah
It′s that time
Uh huh
Yo

They say my projects is built on a cemetery
Every Halloween, I be strapped like the military
Semi-automatic, neck full of garlic
Just to protect me from any kind of problem
I walk with the zombies and the hobgoblins
Kids trick-or-treating at my neighbor's apartment


Even though she died five years ago, you can hear the sound
Of a TV coming on through the walls
I will pound ′til my hands bleed, put it in peroxide
Still throwing eggs, this is tales from the dark side
UFO sighting, unusual white men
Uniform badges at my momma address
Black cat crossing my path across traffic
Everything I talk about come across graphic
Rapping high, bugged out, schizophrenic
Feeling like the last man on the Titanic

You ain't gotta be scared
Every night, starting off with
"Now I lay me down to sleep"
You ain't gotta be nervous
I pray to God as a gift, here′s a gift
Here′s my soul to keep
You ain't gotta be scared
I could die anytime, not today, not before I wake
You ain′t gotta be nervous
When I go, I'm coming back with a .38

This year, Halloween ain′t on the weekend

My dime block niggas start tweaking
Dropping off mollies and candy bags
Gettin' little kids sick, whole families mad
Dead flies in the eyes of the jack-o′-lantern


Still strapped like whatever happens, gotta happen
Rapid fire for the attic on bath salt
Resident Evil, I'll pop your top half off
Ain't no high score, I feel like I lost it
Quoting from the Bible or that new Rick Ross shit
I gotta be high with all these spirits amongst us
Gangsta ghosts for those that used to be hustlers
We used to be close, some even lived in my building

Now it′s eternal life, the clothes you was killed in
Am I too high? Paranoid, schizophrenic
I′m feeling like the last man on the Titanic

You ain't gotta be scared
Every night, starting off with
"Now I lay me down to sleep"
You ain′t gotta be nervous
I pray to God as a gift, here's a gift
Here′s my soul to keep
You ain't gotta be scared
I could die anytime, not today, not before I wake
You ain′t gotta be nervous
When I go, I'm coming back with a .38