Two rappers trade boastful verses over a beat. Speaker A claims his magic turns everything to gold and captivates crowds. Speaker B references Aretha Franklin and Caesar while describing his stage insanity and lyrical power.
The magic, baby. Every time I touch that track, it turns into gold. Yes, it turns to gold. Everybody knows I got the magic in me. I got the magic, baby. When I hit the floor, the girls come snapping at me. They be snapping, baby. Everybody wants a blast of magic, magic, magic. Magic, magic, magic. Magic, magic, magic.
Take a journey into my mind, you'll see why it's been in my rhyme. Stay on the road, so I call my mama when I got time. I hit the stage, go insane, then jump into that crowd. See, see, when I rhyme, I flow on the beat like, puh-duh-duh-duh. See, I deceive you with my energetic ethos. I sing just like Aretha, so respect me like I'm Caesar. I kick it like Adidas, blowing sticky like adhesive. Be cautious, 'cause what I be on will leave you with amnesia. I break all the rules like Evil Knievel.
It's a spectacular show, 'cause my heart pumps diesel.
