Wizardry

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jus Allah] Compensation for my records sold Will be a conversation where they serve you libations with flecks of gold And say they don't accept what they're told There'll be complications, stopping the conversation from gettin' old What you grow should be close to what you're supposed to earn I don't know what I don't know but I'm open to learn It's a growing concern; but I may as well stay on the path 'cause I've already passed the point of no return Then I drove beyond dirt I was in a space they can't trace a response alert But all of this isn't random, it happens at concert People'll find God, every fan is a convert Let that reverberate, the more that I terminate With every verse it raises up the conversion rate My message will empty out a church on its first date Can see the real king, not the one they impersonate [Chorus: Mic King] Where my money at, homie? Act like you know me Don't make me have to pull up and take what you owe me Where my money at, homie? Act like you know me Don't make me have to pull up and take what you owe me Where my money at, homie? Act like you know me Don't make me have to pull up and take what you owe me Where my money at, homie? Act like you know me Don't make me have to pull up and take what you owe me [Verse 2: Mic King] The highest honor is to honor the agreement Then it's death before dishonor if your caliber is decent Monitor my moniker, admonisher in secret Yet the honor is all mine so I'm honored with achievements Thrown in the deep end, survived below the surface Now it's time to walk on water in the afterglow with purpose Master capital in the lower case of a surplus You know my word is bond in a growing rate so word up I'm exactly as advertised Patent wise with an iron will that is magnetized Even my polar opposite's practically satisfied 'cause my moral compass is attracted to magnet side God save the king, a purple McLaren I was up on my vertical, now it's vertical parents I vibrate on different wavelenghts in the same space Got the picture? I make father figures when it takes shape [Chorus: Mic King] Where my money at, homie? Act like you know me Don't make me have to pull up and take what you owe me Where my money at, homie? Act like you know me Don't make me have to pull up and take what you owe me Where my money at, homie? Act like you know me Don't make me have to pull up and take what you owe me Where my money at, homie? Act like you know me Don't make me have to pull up and take what you owe me [Verse 3: Jus Allah] Fat Joe and those Afro-Latinos Wannabe negroes, black people placebos Imitators being mosquitoes of our ethos And got inflated egos, adios amigos Y'all are no comparison to the black American We the crows that all other partridges is parroting Not to be disparaging but when y'all don't have The influence of us then y'all wanna be Aryan We created this art alone, let y'all borrow it You thought it was your own, the records are still around Everything is all known, you get no credit now Defaulted on the loan Y'all stealin' from us ever so blatantly This hip-hop culture belong to us unmistakably So basically, we be living rent-free inside your minds But I guess we can't occupy your space with no vacancy