Black Magic

[Verse 1: JD Era]

Look nigga I can murder anything

Retro, techno, electro, slow flow, fast flow

Hottest in the metro

I spit hurricanes

Copy that like an echo

On my Flo-Rida shit tell'in everyone to get low

Respect me or die thats the stance that I'm taking

A prince but a story is a legend in the making

Cause few niggas spit it with the temperature of Satan

On my Betty Crocker shit you can say a nigga caking, waiting

Summer opportunity escaping

Right through the cracks of a sticky situation

My balls reach stars tell these niggas who they facing

Who the fuck I gotta battle

Four or five mic rating

The upper echelon

Top of the totem you looking at the best

Tell these magazine to quote em

This next bars for haters you still don't know em

I dont got enough room

So get the fuck off my scrotum

Go for the gusto

Built for the hustle

Mixtape murderer still don't gotta adjust though

Tryna be a mogul like Jay, Puff, or Russell

The floor has warm machines made for Hercules muscle

Nervous, you should be

Born where the hood be

Good be a legend

Baby girl I could be

You can be

Find the exit once you find your panties

It's Black market ATF

Who fucking who with the family, nigga

[Verse 2: Drake]

Know more, ask less

All verses get dummied like crash tests

I say your favorite rappers subpar at best

These whack niggas couldn't find me with an address

Yes, guess who's back at it

Stage an intervention, it's apparent I'm an addict

Balling isn't my hobby it's more like a habit

These niggas acting like every day is the Sabbath

My life move faster then a leopard sprint

Round the world got a lot of spots like leopard print

And I'm fresh like peppermint

Always claim Toronto most of them are scared to represent

Cause success we've never had it

Many came close but never managed to grab it

It must be an omen

The curse so tragic

Til they give me a Grammy

Then poof, black magic