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Description
Producer, Mixing Engineer: Supa Dave West
Producer: De La Soul
Mastering Engineer: Chris Athens
Recording Engineer: David P Kaufman
Mixing Engineer: Scott Slagle
A And R Coordinator: Sean C
A And R Administrator: Elliot Schwartz
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yo, yo, yo, yo.
Report, report, everyone report in. That's right, it's Magic.
It's Magic like the three.
But yo, don't ever get it misconstrued when you see us coming through with them day-glo colors. Lyrically, we run it all day.
So if you throw it towards us, we gonna run it back.
-Yeah. -Let's go.
-Hey, hey. -What we doing?
-Long Island. -Long Island.
Long Island.
Long Island.
It's the birth of a team here to clean up the turf, and the worth of the dream is to change the regime.
And the lean that we lay with the words that we spray, be the way that we teach y'all to act.
-Run it back.
-We're the pawns with the dice- -Long Island -. . .
and the psalms that we slice with a plate, earn the weight and the height, and the warmth with the price.
We're the men, never mice. When we on at the vice of the mic, never that.
-Run it back.
-Put my rap on the line, and the math of the signs that we make be the cake that we stack on my grind.
I'm a one of a kind, and the one from the vine of the grape where you heard I'm the cap.
-Run it back.
-Man, it's the thing that we hang 'round our neck like a chain. It's the peace of the pain.
At the least, it's the lane that -my flows travel down. -Long Island.
And the style be the rock cocaine to the brain on the track.
-Run it back.
-Overdue with the new, and you beg for the brew that we stirred, and we heard that you don't have a clue how it's made.
It's the boom to the bat, like the fool and the paid that parade on the map.
-Ayo, my nigga, run it back.
-We're the sons of the beat, and we stay on our toes, and our feet exposed to the con, to the creed, 'cause our ears in the street and our minds in the stars. Man, y'all know who we are. Tuck's is back.
-Run it back. -That's what I'm talking about. Nassau and
Suffolk County, we up in here.
But we gonna take it on over to Queens, to my brothers in the Bridge, who's about to run it back.
-There go Nas right there. Hey, yo. -Hey, yo. There go Jungle right there.
Hey, yo, everybody get back. Everybody look out. Look at the God.
Let the God through. Let my brother through. Unsmackable, half of you laughable.
You won't be photographable if I have to run through half of your crew.
I'm only trying to get smarter like Five Percenters in Parliament. Harlem rep the bottom.
-Run it back.
-Not the bottom like the bottle of snake wine with a snake still in it. We sip to see if it takes time to feel it.
I'm speaking to buildings, ghetto tenant, Mr. Militant. No suburbia privileges.
-Run it back.
-From the rap, it's no wonder that three's the magic number. Add me to that number, that's four. The fourth Beezy, the fourth
Zeezy, top member, the fourth Fugee. Who, me? I fantasize musically with a souvenir.
It's wiles of the '80s, '90s, and thousands.
How it was sick, how did it slip? Now it's just Doe, Sheek, Dot, and Sizzla with most powerful hits. Leon
Thomas Shabuzi with the country rap, only Black artists on top of the charts.
-Something's wack. -Run it back.
Not only love and only Black, don't start with that.
The problem hatched probably with Nas the Bach in '99, in fact. What's Nas deprived from getting diamond plaques?
He cries, it's hide about it, never, he just-
Runs it back.
Okay, everyone, I know your heartbeat is running fast after running it back, so let's slow it down. Take a deep breath in.
Now take a deep breath out.
-Is that- -What is that?
-. . . weed smoke I'm smelling? -Yeah, it is.
-Ugh. -Yeah, it smells good.
Anyway, let's prepare to take our mind to the next song.
Salute, salutary, and salutations. And don't forget the vocalization.