#Jiddena#BlackMagicHour#Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I’m from the long line of chiefs, I was made in their image
Grandfather married seven wives in the village
Never sold a slave, and the British couldn’t kill him
And they called it “Black Magic” when they baffled by the physics
Smart niggas are the white mans villain
I rocked these linens ‘for Wakanda looked appealin’
The best you rappers do is do a show, pay a visit
While I’m out here livin’, I’m in Kenya makin’ shillings
I’m at home
Cuz the flee market feel, like Brooklyn on the low
If we spend the bread, we can do it on our own
Stay up in yo lane, bitch, you knocking’ over cones
This is the year Jah said that I assume the throne
[Bridge]
Long Live Chiefy Chiefy
Long live bad witches in my tepee
Why you wishin you could be me?
Too much gifts got the blues, I’m a genie
[Verse 2]
Whether it be for my people or be for my ego
Man I gotta make like ocho or nueve zeros
I believe in Magic Johnson, not a Magic Negro
That’s why Uncle Morgan Freeman never was my hero
Nope, nope
Aw, man, some forget where they voodoo from
Get a perfume deal, and forget that they doodoos stunk
Jealous old heads tell me: “You jus-you just young!
Boy, you thought, you’d be a rebel when you grown?” (Yeah)
Please don’t act, like I got my diploma on a plate
I don’t took a bullet by the time that I was eight
Studied by neighbor boyfriend, beat her everyday
On the way to school, the stick up kids, I would escape
[Pre-Chorus]
Can’t kill the voodoo runnin’ in my blood
Can’t kill the voodoo runnin’ in my blood
[Chorus x3]
Cannot kill it, man, it’s still in me
I can feel it
I can feel it in me
And the spirits is revealing me
Black Magic Hour
Black. Magic. Hour

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