Lyrics:

I fly so heavenly, you’d think I’m Jesus, guy. My pride believe in me, I side with reasons, why. I’m me on the joint, there’s fun in the breezes, sky. I’m free (3) and on point (.), here’s one (1) for (4) the piece of pie (Pi AKA 3.14). I done made my breath, my lungs ‘fraid of death. But I’ll never fade when left, I tell my self that shit. So clever, great and stepped, not just where he was told. But cause he broke the mold, saw it raw and from jaw bold. Yo, I spoke it and meant it, hoping ascended days would come. I woke up the dope man, in my broken shattered numb, glum tunnel I dug, I funnel the plug of bright light deity. A bundle of joy, I undo the boy and his plight, fear it be. A big clamp, damp if you let it be. The gig ramp up ya name and fame, silly game. Set me free, I am now and I vow to stay. God damn, how these labels label, ain’t a damn way. They gon’ on, me I paint, my data I splatter like Pollack. I’m able with chatter to frolic, so stable my matter is brolic. And I ain’t a saint but I pull up, only exercising. To see someone faint would taint my goal up, in this world of flexing dying. Peace is what we need, like what we feed of the pie. Cease the greed indeed, I want to heed to the lie. That some below, that dumb though it show, we all born for reason. I’m torn through season, of treason and igniting the keys in, the engine of hate they try to build, let’s yield the loving shield. And more than do that, fight back with heart and art in our field. What does it mean, to be God? That is so seen on this sod. We walk on, I won’t talk long, to sum it up I think we all God. We from the cup of holy water, the strife of life ain’t soly slaughter, even if we whiff and see, we fucking sucking up with the, destruction in many cases, abduction, plenty traces. We still do so good, will through the could, would, should, we good! I was just thinking out ‘bout my sinking, I was seeing it at that time. She my only partner, now that I left I’m a lonely wanderer. I was just thinking, I really ain’t sinking, at that my prime. Is here so clear at the present, my dear I fear that the pleasant. Will disappear, this a fear that I know it will go. And to land where we started, we hand the departed a place in our heart then, my art when I leave, it will still stay, they may still go grieve. But this bliss I weave, this shit ain’t brief, it stick in our belief. That is the truth, this is that youth to old that must be told. My soul is never sold, I stroll forever, bold.

The Truth (Prod. ticox)

MAGIK MIC - THE SKY'S THE LIMIT

Lyrics:

I’m the type of Hype to bumfuzzle. Leave some puzzled, raw dog that need to be muzzled. I see guzzled, and act before I can assess. I wanna snuggle and cuddle but it not always best. The past shown me, stay at bay on ya own G. I may bless with kindness, but I gotta mind this, is not always fact coming back, some is dumb and wack, some numb intact, some from the slum of tryna attack. I’m blind to that, let every chick at me, gladly, some strung from tongue lies and tricks in disguise. It’s a mix of surprise, with what you should know, not everyone ya friend, I bend that knowledge though, I don’t need to college grow to know that though, it’s basic sense, I’m a classic case, how I go to face all this waste. I’m dense and let it, get to me, I fret shit, putting myself underwater, the slaughter get wet. She want a daughter, son, something to raise and praise, I haven’t even thought of that, grass I haven’t grazed. I’m paving my own ways, saving my own days, not ready for a child, my life is sure so wild. This is from the heart, how could it not be. If I were to never start, my tendencies would’ve got me. Let a shot free, dependencies on my should’ve senses, is weakening my confidence, I’m tweaking and it’s obvious, this is a lost soul. The cost of toll on my mental is way beyond the gold credential. Of which my dough a rental, I come from a place of rich, but I don’t possess much in my face of bitch. I lace my pitch to myself as I need some help, admitting ya sad, hitting that is a first step, I prep for the worst, yep it’s a curse, and then ya think about all the men dying crying in a hell hole, even jail do this cruel a whole lot better, I got my feet up and that’s a blessing just to have it, cast ya lessons on ya own cause ya won’t change, how others was, does this shit so strange. A buzz of confusion, plus no delusion, just hiding from the fact we biding time from being whacked.

Being Whacked (Prod. ticox)

Skins the Limit (Dijon x Biggie Remix)

Skys the Limit 2025 Live Audio - Lawn Business, Skyline Sound, Shortman, NWR, DJ Pioneer, Mad Influence, Loyal Squad & Terrortone Sound

need u! feat Dxngxr (prod.peril)

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Over 645.000 Plays & 1.k of tracks. I have a passion for music & I am an aspiring musician, making all my own music from scratch with individual samples & (mostly) my vocals.
All the lyrics are also written by myself. Instagram : magik_mic
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My earlier songs are short as i was trying to use my limited time on Soundcloud constructively. I now have Pro Unlimited so I am able to make full length tracks.

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