The Raven - Tunde Olaniran

Give me any test

I can make the grade

Check the interior

I’m better made

Used to be a boy

I’d rather be a mage

Possession is a ritual

The raven’s out the cage

Came unraveled in the 8th grade

Not quite prepared for the alchemy

Couldn’t fit the modality

So I flew over the palisade

Now I roll with witches in Williamsburg

Boleros and blazers

Broom is a vintage cinelli

Sidewalk for haters

But they love me they fall like a season

Love how it smell when they breathe in

Converting theists now they

Go hard like Thanksgiving for vegans

Witches in Williamsburg

Boleros and blazers

Broom is a vintage cinelli

Sidewalk for haters

But they love me they fall like a season

Love how it smell when they breathe in

Converting theists now they

Go hard like Thanksgiving for vegans

Give me any test

I can make the grade

Check the interior

I’m better made

Used to be a boy

I’d rather be a mage

Possession is a ritual

The raven’s out the cage

Give me any test

I can make the grade

Check the interior

I’m better made

Used to be a boy

I’d rather be a mage

Possession is a ritual

The raven’s out the cage

You had enough

You learn to grow

No tongues to bite

No hands to hold

Incant, this witch can

Cast spells

Deep like quicksand

Shots licked, he crack whips

You talk slick, no 3rd chance

This bold brown boy might wish

Chance and luck he might fight with

Ancient walls that his mind built

Climb it to see where his height get

Incant, this witch can

Cast spells

Deep like quicksand

Shots licked, he crack whips

You talk slick, no 3rd chance

This bold brown boy might wish

Chance and luck he might fight with

Ancient walls that his mind built

Climb it to see where his height get

Give me any test

I can make the grade

Check the interior

I’m better made

Used to be a boy

I’d rather be a mage

Possession is a ritual

The raven’s out the cage

Give me any test

I can make the grade

Check the interior

I’m better made

Used to be a boy

I’d rather be a mage

Possession is a ritual

The raven’s out the cage

They come to test my interior

As if the sun wasn’t near enough

The raven must be in my blood

So I learned to make magic

They come to test my interior

As if the sun wasn’t near enough

The raven must be in my blood

So I learned to make magic