Magic - Rob Kelly

Who am I

On stage black mask like the lone ranger

Ninety eight I ride with old gravers

Old savors you know we don’t speak on those capers

On paper I don’t need no favors

I rip it up to him fifty like rock the bonnet

I’m glimmer of a shiver and I’m on it

Some would want to Lorena Bobbit

The knob when it’s throbbing it’ll knock out her head when bobbing

Whats a crew without robin nada the God wears ralph but the devil wears prada

I’m at the water for Ramada havannah

Fifty grand ban contraband from Havana

Little Richard in the hand play piano soft

My bird hill is like Diana Ross

She said my game was supreme instead of relaxing

And that’s what the f*ck I call a chain reaction

Scribble in the pad it’s magic

Lessons an attic

I’m still one of the best spitters I admit it

OG Bobby Kelly

I bring the fire like Donatelly in the bathroom

Bad attitude and a bad mood I mix a beat with rockers and los f*ckers

I touch the pedal on the Lexus like payload

He’ll figure the days the good Kel Jefe at L. A Kel adds weight

Like the evil was grind I speeded of before they smelled the weed in the vine

I told them adios you burn rubber before you burn bobby

I turn before I turn sloppy

I’m from the dirt shake the worms off me

I ain’t paying for years so that’s why you never get a turn off me

Kel Jefe take off your neck piece I was the same age she better shave off a

decade

But even if she’s old she can f*ck with me catch me with an L lately like a W

Scribble in the pad it’s magic

Lessons an attic

I’m still one of the best spitters I admit it

When I scribble in the pad it’s magic

Scribble in the pad it’s magic

Lessons an attic

I’m still one of the best spitters I admit it