The Magic Show

by Hidden x Jazz Williams

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1.
Everybody, stand back, get the gat, bust loud What now, I shut ‘em the fuck down Coming with the energy, first place bound Might fuck a bitch-ass up, face down Get plowed, dog chow, you chicken like kung pow Stay hidden, how I’m living, step up get struck, bow You just a schmuck, no honor, no nuts, no glory Blades cut, so gory, chained sluts, so horny Sick fuck, all I know is guts and dark stories Stone tough, no compassion, no fluff top forty This is raw, uncut, hip hop, underground Show up, sew it up, so dope with the sounds No clowns, but I bring the circus to your town Don’t doubt it how we spread the sickness all around Black plague, poison minds same time as the well Dark energy, dark lord spitting rhymes out of hell Dark energy, dark lord spitting rhymes out of hell Dark energy Sanskrit rhythm, sandstorm how I hit ‘em Forewarned, war horns, sound off for the villains Feet up how we chillin’ still strapped to the ceiling See I rap just to kill ‘em, for real it’s no feelings No emotion for the childrens, it’s kill or be killed bitch HRS a brick wall, always fuck a deal bitch Magic shit, like poof, disappear bitch Hands up to the roof, pockets empty on the chair bitch Cough it up or call the bluff, be fuckin’ fearless Musket barrel loaded up for buccaneer shit Bla-ka bla-ka, in the bay we commandeer ships Gold teeth, gold fangs, gold wheel that I steer with Gold like a throne, hold microphone, flow lighting glow Go hyper yo, blow fire bro, smoke like I’m Jo A no go, inside shit Never read my mind, no bitch Dark energy, dark energy
2.
Bus(t) Back 02:33
Navigation on, blunt blowing out the window Pistol in my lap, on the way to score some endo Smoke, smoke, smoke, on another level like Nintendo High as fuck with Beretta nano, with extend-o Put you in a box like bento, if you gassed up, pinto Come to Texas, gun-play leave you dead in Palo Pinto Wild West, we gun slang, boomerang, we bust back Shred of dignity remains, let it hang by a thumbtack I bust at a dumb rat, dumb rat If you bustin’ I bust back, bust back I bust at a dumb rat, dumb rat If you bustin’ I bust back, bust back Click clack, click clack, click clack If you frontin’ then get back, get back Get to bustin’ I bust back, bust back I bust at a dumb rat, dumb rat Yo hold up, who that it was said that Hidden was falling off Murder won’t call it off, burning like Molotov Fuck all the poppin’ off, serving like volleyball Turn ‘em to polliwogs, Not concerned about all of y'all Let me rephrase, I’m burning some haze A lot of shit changed, but one thing the same (Still) fuck what you say I’m staying in my own lane Only playing in my own game Staying hidden like my own name Couldn't give a fuck about what ho’s say I bust at a dumb rat, dumb rat If you bustin’ I bust back, bust back I bust at a dumb rat, dumb rat If you bustin’ I bust back, bust back Click clack, click clack, click clack If you frontin’ then get back, get back Get to bustin’ I bust back, bust back I bust at a dumb rat, dumb rat
3.
Go Hyper 01:52
Put my fist through the wall Dark sith, fuck ‘em all Line of scrimmage, run the ball To the finish, standing tall I am raw, you come at me sideways I’m pulling my sidearm Then pow, don’t give a fuck if you like me or not Apply any pressure, I’m likely to pop bitch Adding your name to the top of my list Don’t try to play you were talking that shit I’m a man if I’m nothing, not walking away Your man is a pussy, he gotta be gay Hey, I got something to say Spit from the heart, I got nothing to gain Keep moving momentum, I bust through the frame If you fucking with me leave you stuck in the flames Hyper, Go Hyper Hyper, Hyper, Go Hyper Hyper, Hyper, Hyper, Hyper Hyper, Hyper, Go Hyper Hyper, Hyper, Hyper, Hyper Hyper, Hyper, Go Hyper Hyper, Hyper, Hyper, Hyper Hyper, Hyper, Go Hyper
4.
Magic Show 01:58
Hidden on the track, heavy metal, click clack Treat the beat like my ho, I facefuck her till she gag Steady cruisin’, Cadillac, yo, true ally cat Underground in the caves in the sewers and the rats I still remember how it felt when I didn't have shit Couldn't deal, put in the work like fuck this rap shit Now I’m back with some cash and a stack of the good shit Walk the line, make me snap I go back on hood shit I’m from Texas, best believe I got enough guns for it Send bullets at your feet, yo, run forest Run for it, run for it, run for it Packin’ chrome, cracking bones Walking death, catacombs Savage flow, let me welcome you to the magic show And I’m sawing these bitches in half Who’d have thought superstition was fact Witches and wizards, exposing her innards As I’m collecting the blood for my bath Me and apostles we entered a pact Enter the devil whenever I rap All the impostors they call me a monster And they won’t stop giving me flack But fuck ‘em, fuck fuck fuck e’m Leave ‘em gushing like an oil spill Rap perfection like collections Left stuck up in the foil still Flesh creatures, so disgusting, mechanical to the core I detest the simple minds, dip my mandibles in the gore Not standing this shit no more, anti-social I’m swinging swords HRS overlord, raise the beacon and bring the hordes To your shores
5.
Fading 01:38
No more waiting, time to watch it start fading Contemplating hell or Hades, hot or shady Welcome ladies Levitating minds fly away, conversating With the demons and the angels, always readily debating Cantankerously aging as the days go by Holy rollers on the side keep saying don’t die Take your prayers up the ass, hail mary, don’t ask Run fast, double barrel shotgun go blast Bleed out, breathe in, breathe out, it begins Cease and desist, we must cease to exist Seek it deeply we sin, release the beast that’s within Join the feast, steal the eggs, then eat the hen Walk on in, grab a seat time to eat Time to die or time to lie, will you let me ride the beat Stomp your feet, stomp your feet Clap your hands, clap your hands Ride the beat, ride the beat No more waiting

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Relax.. it's just a magic show.. it's just The Magic Show..

Step right up and witness the return of Hidden, this time squaring off against Jazz Williams for the first time ever.. so have a seat, and get ready for the sickest magic show you can find in dark depths of the underground..

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released June 16, 2020

Written and Performed by Hidden
Produced by Jazz Williams
Mixed & Mastered by MatrixAudio
HRSUnderground, LLC 2020

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