Vintage - Black Magic lyrics

[Verse 1] You think you cooking with sauce? Your delivery getting reckless Put your knives to the side so I can show you who the chef is Check this, message, uh Flex and be beheaded Abetting a band of bandits, we handing heads to the medics, uh Victory flawless, I think your mimicry's flattering Take a shot with these syllables, leave your memories splattering Spitting this verse as hearse, I rehearsed and reversed to hurt, if it hit your head when it's heard, then in turn I can say it worked I learned that determined worth isn't perfect but how it's earned is in purpose, I'm stinging squares, I'm Steve Irwining Urkels Funeral invitations in cursive, I'm so well-mannered You think you David, I'm Bruce, I'm not entertaining this banter/Banner You can see the city in me, I don't need a Jersey I'm a west side native, seamlessly splitting cadence, unheedingly raising energy into me like a seance, or maybe I meant like Saiyans... Either way the spirit bomb! I don't fear the competition lyrical magician, rap track David Blaine, that fact doesn't change, I just pack raps in my brain so I can spit automatic, it's almost a habit, I rap about action, they rap about rapping I'm actually making a lane and casually making a change, I mean I don't see how they could hurt me I don't know why I would ever show mercy I do not see them, I do not worry, I am myopic, vision is blurry, but I can see what's in front of me And it isn't a chain and 100 Gs And it isn't a name and a face that I cannot direct Only to say I been counting up checks My bars are a part of me, I as an artist am part of the art and the artistry isn't as far from the heart as it oughta be probably, honestly it doesn't bother me Cuz I can't see nobody stopping me, step after step I'm ascending the monarchy, stepping on the necks of different honorees, checking under steps for them to honor me, and Maybe patiently waiting to dominate's a mistake that my composition's intended to compensate for, or Maybe visions of rising beyond the field of my vision to feel the fission's exactly what I awaited My greatness will be realized, like it or not They say I need to chill, clearly they don't like that I'm hot I'm circulating hate every time I'm writing a lot, but vitals aside, I seem to be the life of the block They loved me at lows, but hate to see my rise to the top, I'm fighting a lot, but pressure can't decide when I stop, I got a Bit of a habit, causing minor things to end cuz I'm into making waves, and not into making friends I'll be, spitting this villainous militance till I end, when everyone knows my name and I'm chilling with millions Not from rap though. Like... I'm not tryna make no money from this at all, g. Honestly. But... if you listening to this and you wanna pay me, you can... you know what I'm saying, hit my Paypal, shoot me an email, we could just do it on the low, you know what I'm saying? So I don't look like a sellout But nah, for real [Verse 2] I'm the coldest spitting under 6' till I'm 6' deep, put that on the whole family Can he be stopped, he who cannot be bought? They say money makes the sinning easy, I accept my sentence freely But if this penmanship introduces my penance, I hope it's because beginning to end, I stayed the same And did it how I intended while penning extended venomous sentences leaving VII imprinted across the game, if it change me, hang me, and erase my masters, trash this, then wipe your memory of it right after, cuz I, possess the bars resultant of any charge, pen a penitentiary with every time I draft this magic Bound to the crown for life, I need a wedding ring, call it Frank's Red Hot, I put that on everything