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Thanks for checking my cover, feel free to like subscribe and comment ORIGINAL SONG    • Black Magic   AUTHOR OF ORIGIAL SONG @MachinaAeonAI My socials INSTAGRAM -   / dont._.pray._.for._.me   Lyrics [Intro] Tick-tock, tick-tock, hear the clock snap Time’s up, little puppet, now you’re caught in the trap [Verse 1] I don’t preach, I don’t teach, I just reach for the throat, Rip a hole in your soul, watch it leak through your coat, Every syllable’s a bullet, put a breach in your boat, Now you sink in the ink while I creep through the smoke, Blistering heat when I spit through the teeth, Got a fist full of hate and a grip on the beast, Every beat that I eat gets deceased in a feast— Wait—scratch that word, I’ma tweak up the piece, Drill through the skull like a hammer on steel, Turn a mind to a wasteland, famine, unreal, Not a man, I’m a force, I don’t stand, I don’t kneel, You a meal in my field, I devour with zeal, Carve up a path with the sparks of the clash, Left hand smash, right hand slash, Watch me dash through the ash while the masses collapse, Every last face trashed, every breath is your last! [Hook] Burn it, break it, snap it, shake it, Let the fire take it, make it tragic, Run that mouth, get stuffed in the attic, Whole damn scene turn black like magic! [Verse 2] Spew like a furnace, no mercy, insurgent, Turn this absurd into verses of curses, Murderous urges emerge in my service, Put a name in the dirt, then I laugh at the verdict, Swerve in the lane while I carve through the grain, Nothing but rage in the parts of my brain, Something insane got a mark on my name, Summon that pain, let it bark in the rain, Hunt with a grin, blood drips from the skin, Turn foes into ghosts with a stroke of my pen, Ten foes in a row get disposed in the bin, Left cold in the wind like a soul with no sin, Ha! Tell ‘em I was built from the ether, Write rhymes like a psycho preacher, Spit fire like a rusted cleaver, Snap jaws like a starving creature! [Hook] Burn it, break it, snap it, shake it, Let the fire take it, make it tragic, Run that mouth, get stuffed in the attic, Whole damn scene turn black like magic! [Verse 3] Cold in the core, got a war in my chest, Every step that I take leaves the ground in distress, Every breath that I flex is a threat to the rest, Turn a mic to a knife, cut ‘em deep in the flesh, I don’t play, I don’t stray, I don’t kneel to a god, Every claim that they make gets erased with a nod, Razorblade tongue, put ‘em straight through the fog, Now they lost in the pit while I sit and applaud, Lungs full of smoke and my skull full of rage, Laugh while I carve out the words from the page, Lash out fast, make ‘em dash to the cage, They collapse when I tap on the gas in the race, Manic, erratic, my mind is ecstatic, Static erupts as I rip through the fabric, Panic erupts when the masses are frantic, And every last scream is my anthem, tragic! [Hook] Burn it, break it, snap it, shake it, Let the fire take it, make it tragic, Run that mouth, get stuffed in the attic, Whole damn scene turn black like magic!