Mana (feat. Seraph (The Genie))

So you think you can handle my mage style? Why, yes, yes I can Well I'd like to see you try *roaring* Popping pills in the dragons lair, shit, I'm in danger Casting spells, I'm a wizard, blast a demon back to hell My mic is my wand and I'm lost in this song, rip a bong with my guild, we were rappers all along Words and boards, battlemage with my swords, "magic missile", I will yell it'll kill you by itself Shooting magic out a staff that'll knock you on your ass, keep a potion in my robe that'll split you in half Oogway, fung shway, Kung fu, how I'll end you it's true, using charms that'll melt you into goo Man's red fire and the heat I desire, Uncle Louie with the phooey not done till I retire I'm a pyromaniac, scratch that a brainiac A poet and I know it this'll bring me fat stacks You're just the next man, a spell tome in one hand, try to copy me but you never had a chance Looking at my words like a peon of the times, I drop rhymes like dimes wordplay it's a crime There's a fungus I summon that grows to the banners, I got this, I know this'll rack up my mana, my scepter I run this Come get the rubbish You artists will publish, I harness to punish and pummel like pumice, how sick the elixir Thick is the mixture but it can be thicker Slay the demons that are coming straight from hell I'll excel if we prevail then we'll go and break the veil Told the tales of the souls that prolly got impaled in the caves and where we sailed We'll find the holy grail, filled my mana by the well, like we drifted, I've been hailed as a villain My energy is killing This rap be fulfilling Everybody chilling, potion throwing off the ceiling The civilians think I'm grilled when we be spilling gold doubloons and somebody bill him But don't kill him, No thrills when we be kicking in the back seat of a horse-lead taxi, I'm living track free, you cant find exactly where my back be Uh So I sit by my wood stove, Backwoods, Bilbo, roll it up as the wind blows And tales as old as sin, whoa, smoking truths slow, smoked the stew slow but what would you know? Yeah I've been working on getting my level up No armor stats but I got a nice trait, trample Then melt ya face but don't bubble up Learning what can you even handle Catch up, tryna mantle Got flamed, knocked the candles Understanding it's a handful This shit is too hot, yo, ya know it's pan handled, I'm Seraph the Genie, I've never been greedy, I'll grant you a wish but you better believe me I stack fettuccini and mac tortellini, I flow with the magic like Harry Houdini It's tragic to see the game in the state it's in, these phony rappers failing to see the purpose therein Win And make a piece of art from the heart, tryin to execute is tearing you apart I brandish my chords and they do the contortion, I send my bard forces to shoot up your doorstep And slash you with swords while invading your fortress, evading attack man, your chances are hopeless Advancing the post so you cannot riposte cause' when Seraph's around opposition is toast Domino's the maestro who holds scrolls Yet to unfold and I'm sold!