Lyrics

I'm from a long line of Chiefs, I was made in their image Grandfather married seven wives in the village Never sold a slave and the British couldn't kill him And they call it Black Magic when they baffled by the physics Smart niggas are the white mans' villain I rocked these linens 'for Wakanda looked appealin' The best you rappers do is do a show, pay a visit While I'm really out here livin', I'm in Kenya makin shillings I'm at home Cuz, the flea market feel like Brooklyn on the low If we spreadin' bread we can do it on our own Stay up in yo lane bitch, you knockin' over cones This the year Jah said that I assume the throne Long Live Chiefy Chiefy Long Live bad witches in my tepee (yuh) Why you wishin you could be me? Too much gifts, got the blues, I'm a genie Whether it be for my people or be for my ego Man I gotta make like ocho or nueve zeros I believe in Magic Johnson not a Magic Negro That's why Uncle Morgan never was my hero Nope Nope Aw man some forget where they voodoo from Get a perfume deal and forget that they doodoos stunk Jealous old heads tell me you jus', you jus' young Boy you thought you'd be a rebel when you grown? (Yeah) Please don't act like I got my diploma on a plate I done took a bullet by the time that I was eight Studied by my neighbor, boyfriend beat her everyday On the way to school the stick up kids I would escape Can't kill the voodoo runnin' in my blood Can't kill the voodoo runnin' in my blood Cannot kill it, man it's still in me I can feel it I can feel in me And the spirit is revealing me Black magic hour Cannot kill it, man it's still in me I can feel it I can feel in me And the spirit is revealing me Black magic hour Cannot kill it, man it's still in me I can feel it I can feel in me And the spirit is revealing me Black magic hour
Writer(s): Jidenna Mobisson, Stephen Clarke, Nana Kwabena, Mark Jenkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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