Its Magic - Diamond D, The Step Brothers

Right or wrong is not the question

The question, who remains in this profession?

It’s the same as it ever was and will be

The game might change but the players still filthy

For real, fill it up till that cup runneth (Over)

I got a weak stomach, throwin' it up and keep gunnin'

Gin rummy, king of the deck, I go dummy

What’s a king with respect and no money?

I think hungry

You got a hunch, go fish like you never choke

I’m out to lunch at dinner, like you never smoke

I never quote, «It's the best that I ever wrote»

But everyone sealed the same in the envelopes

I send notes out, clearin' the coast out

Appear then disappearin' in a ghost town

I get ghost now, the job is done

From 1−0-4−5-6 to 9−0-2−9-1 (It's magic)

Of a kind, I’m original, could short cuts

Custom Doctor Romanelle stitched, drap the windows of the tour bus

Money moves, Ebenezer Scrooge, Daddy Warbucks

Press a button in the Delorean, lift the doors up

Make ‘em dance, aim for the Bally and hit the floors up

Bum rappers kneel, before Zod

I put my hand on a stack of Bibles and swore to God

To move the crowd like a bomb scare

Every time you hear me speak on a record I raise the arm hair

Full throttle, celebration bottle, don pair

Bundles in the tux, fold it up like a lawn chair

Turn over the pillow, pimp guerillo

When I’m finished I scrap the plate with the Brillo

Saran wrap over the kilo, then I split open a cigarillo

And blow the success outta the window, it’s magic