It's Magic

(アルバム： Start Finish Repeat - 2023)

[CL Smooth:]
Yeah
Yes

We do this with no apology
Paul Wall, Termanology
With hands down one of the best, true, I gotta be
Fools running 'round here front, no, probably
While I'm breathing, all of my roses now, honor me
Boy, you still in the hood? I be in the new spot
I go to the dealership, you be in the used lot
This is what separates me and you clearly
And one, two mic check one, two you hear me?
This is not a test
I mix it up with the best
If this was military, have medals all on my chest
Cory Penn in the flesh and the talk never rests
When I could smack you like old boy did for far less
Do this for no clout
Show you what it's all about
And for the record, you can keep my wife's name out your mouth
Do you wanna press charges with their ass off top?
And he kept it one hundred, my brother Ziploc

[Paul Wall:]
I gotta let 'em know
I gotta let 'em know
Paul Wall, baby
Ay, ay

Turn up the decibel and move back the decimal
I come through, times ten, epitome of professional
Eating a psilocybin edibles, smoking vegetables
Back it up like some vegetable and split it like a sectional
Flow impeccable, every verse is a spectacle
Couldn't see me with spectacles
The Wall is impregnable
When you write your top five, make sure my name's legible
A walking NFT, my presence is collectible
The payments early, that means we on schedule
Actual factual, you keep it hypothetical
High evaluation, we the upper pedestal
CL and Statik, this a long way from Reginald
Quite incredible how I impress the skeptical
Fortitude intestinal, I'm thorough to the skeletal
The level that I'm on is inaccessible
My title's incontestable
So get of off my testicles

[Termanology:]
Said, it's magic
'Ology
Paul Wall, baby, CL
Here we go

I hit that booth like it's nothing, I got that stupid production
She in my crew, then we fucking, I got her loose and she busting
I'm making loot with her cousins, they all loopy and thugging
'Cause I'm addicted to cash, the only boo I be cuffing
And I be Blueberry puffing, them eggs be moving in dozens
I don't have stupid discussions, I hold a Ruger, it's Russian
The homie Stat', he be digging, he got that stupid percussion
I'm on that stoop with a Dutch and no, I ain't moving for nothing
You follow rules, it's disgusting, I just be do what I wanting
Carry a tool like I'm hunting, I eat your food like a muffin
I really come from the hood, really come from the gutter
My daddy beat me up bad and I put that on my mother

Yeah, I'm truly a G, shining through your TV
When I be doing my thing, I charge a beautiful fee
In the coupe or a V, state troopers can see
They mad that I'm still shining, wanna shoot me for free
Making music with that Stat', told him, "Loop up a beat"
Pistol whip you in your mouth, have you chewing your teeth
Do the stallion dance, might shoot at your feet
Might bag a few grams, might move you a key
Always murdered the beat, every verse I release
Making bangers with Paul, now we 'bout to repeat
They say my pen is elite, from the pen' to the streets
Give me a pen and the pad, now pay attention, it's deep
This shit is magic

Magic