Lyrical Breakdown of MAGIC - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "MAGIC" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Vince Staples weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "MAGIC" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Vince Staples employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Vince Staples's narrative.

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(Mustard on the beat, ho) Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic? Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic Can you imagine? Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it? If somebody come through bluffin' I'ma blast 'em And tell the police I don't know what happened If I gave a fuck about a citch (huh?), I'd always be broke (always be broke) I'd never get to pull up in a Benz with my locs (nah) Growin' up, we was poor, so we hopped off that porch (so we hopped off the) With a gun, tryna blow, tryna kick down your door (tryna kick down your) But that's old news, spreading love now (spreading love) Sick of police lights, sick of gun sounds (on the hood) Niggas' bread ain't up, so they come foul (on the hood) But it's handshakes, hugs when I come 'round (yeah) Wow, funny style, hate to see a nigga smilin' (yeah) Hundred miles and runnin' through the public housin' (yeah, yeah) Movin' mountains, fuck who I was stumpin' down with (uh-huh) Gunnin' down shit, sittin' in the back of Crown Vics So janky (Norf gang) Know them niggas down the street still hate me (I know you hate me) Hope lil' baby know that she can't play me (yeah, yeah) Dumb ho, love cost but the game free, dumb ho (stupid) Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic? Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic (Norf) Can you imagine? Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it? (Huh?) If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em (yeah, damn) And tell the police I don't know what happened (yeah) Crip and blood shit (Northside) That's the only thing I ever been in love with it (Northside) So I hope he know we never goin' public (no love) Hands full so I can't hold grudges, nah (run it up) I be thuggin', jumpin' out the backseat bustin' (run it up, air it out)) Everybody we be beefin' with be sayin' that they bleedin' shit (on the hood) But see us and they don't do nothin' (yeah, yeah, air 'em out) Ah, put it on the dead locs (dead homies) They know I been 'bout it,'bout it since the get-go (dead homies) If I hit the corner quick and better get low (dead homies) You ain't with it, nigga, what you from the set for? Uh, I just wanna be successful (yeah, yeah) You won't never ever see me with my head low (uh-uh) Momma met my daddy, then they had me in the ghetto (in the hood) Handed me a .38 and told me I was special, Norf (yes, I am) Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic? (Yeah) Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic (yeah) I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic Can you imagine? Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it? (Huh?) If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em (yeah, bam) And tell the police I don't know what happened Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic? Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic Can you imagine? Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it? If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em And tell the police I don't know what happened See when you come from nothing Make it into something, I call that luck But when you come from where we come from, I call that magic And when you get two niggas from different sides of the city To do something like this, I guess you could call that magic Getting off of Section 8, welfare Now it's Rolls Royces, private jets, that's magic Let me know what's magic to you, yeah