Mana ft. Mr. Domino & Seraph The Genie Lyrics

"So you think you can handle my mage style?"

"Why, yes, yes I can"

"Well

I'd like to see you try..."

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 can't 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

Trying 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!