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OK Gypsy, you claim your shit's authentic
That you got a stick and some Halloween decorations
You claim your style is so cold and relentless
And you're scarier than bitches at the time'a ovulation
But it's like white boys tryin to flow to a beat,
Or white girls claimin they got tha rump
So you a bad-ass powered-up full-on houngan?
Bro, everyone knows white men can't jump
See I gotta claim you just on safari
Like Madonna runnin round in a sari
Yeah, I called the lwa and they came right quick
I ain't gonna claim there's no power in it
Far from it, that shit is intense
But I ain't gonna straddle the commodification fence
Now let's pause for a second while I rip off Jewish culture, coo?
Cause I added up the gematria of Gypsy Lantern just to annoy you
Flippin through the pages of my New Bantam-Megiddo
I get a translation sayin "TzOA'aNI PNS" (PNS, get it? ha! ha!)
Connect those dots and you get four hundred sixteen, ah ha!
Too bad PNS, you fall short of the name of the game
Cuz over in room 418 we put the show-offs to shame
And yeah yeah ceremonial magick's put together like a patchwork quilt
But just wait till I hop in yo window at night and smothah yo' ass in that quilt
Cuz sucka I could be vibratin' Klatuu Barada Nik-Ahem-Achoo
And seventy two Goetic demons would still be comin to get you
Gonna start at the level of little coincidences, won't be that noticeable to you
Like every time you take a bath, your toaster try to hop in wit 'choo
But pretty soon effect's gonna start building on effect
Till this whole obeah man pretense is pretty much wrecked
They be makin your mind's eye see everything so kurupt
Turnin you into Lucifuge's two-holed slut
Swappin your eyes for your gonads and your ass for your elbow
Blockin up your peehole so your whole body turn yellow
Makin you vomit up your soul for centipedes to breed in
The hounds of hell chasing you with Cliff Richard leading
From over the hills you hear a voice go "NOZZZZ!!!!"
And there won't be no recourse to your hoodoo, hoss
Cuz you be on the run from the man named Diesel
Comin to deplete your ass like a fuckin T-cell
See it ain't in the rules, it's how I play the game
In the end every damn system in the world's the same
As long as you can see through the symbolic layers
And symbols aside, bitch, you're the played, I'm the player
Now back up, don't make me take off my lion skin belt
Don't make me beat my initials into ya pelt
Check out this big ass gold buckle, wanna feel?
Hands off, those diamonds be real!
Spellin B-I-A-S, cause the Y-H-V-H's got it in my favor
You just livin in this magick town–I'm the fuckin mayor. |
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