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FAM Cypher #2 - Magic Touch

This has been a long time coming, but here’s my entry to FAM’s latest cypher! 

Lyrics:

magic with these jam sessions, kin to who yugi is 
armed with magic sleeves, these tricks reach their wrists
on their knees meek, got prestige of the illusionists
i’m dop-er, like i’m pot-ter, these muggles ain’t used to this
character carries harry’s, and i’m so very 
magic johnson way i balled, all three who deemed me harry
uh…watch us slyther in, subtle when we’re (w)rappin’ ‘em
all have the same cards, but it’s FAM who’s got the gathering

look down upon ‘em whacks, like their magic’s black
us real magicians call ‘em out like magic jack
genius lampin’ like aladdin, like kazaam and shaq
orlando ‘92, but they’ll never get the magic back
got it locked up, full of ki, ether
in this game, only green i got is a magic meter
wordplay on cursive, poison so potent
peep, way i spell spells, it’s poetry in potion

Footnotes:

magic with these jam sessions, kin to who yugi is 
(magic jammer)

armed with magic sleeves, these tricks reach their wrists 
(armed + sleeves, “tricks of the sleeve” + suicide)

on their knees meek, got prestige of the illusionists
(the prestige + the illusionist)

i’m dop-er, like i’m pot-ter, these muggles ain’t used to this
(if someone runs, then they are a runner; if some one dopes, then they’re a doper haha)

character carries harry’s, and i’m so very 
(harry houdini and harry potter)

magic johnson way i balled, all three who deemed me harry
(magic johnson the LA laker basketball player is now “bald,” and along with the aforementioned two, called me “hairy”)

uh…watch us slyther in, subtle when we’re (w)rappin’ ‘em
(slytherin, snakes, wrapping)

all have the same cards, but it’s FAM who’s got the gathering
(magic the gathering)

look down upon ‘em whacks, like their magic’s black
(black magic was looked down upon)

us real magicians call ‘em out like magic jack
(magic jack telephone connection)

genius lampin’ like aladdin, like kazaam and shaq
(genies in lamps; shaq starred as a genie in the movie Kazaam)

orlando ‘92, but they’ll never get the magic back
(shaq brought the orlando magic to the nba finals, but never won a 
championship. then he left, and never returned)

got it locked up, full of ki, ether
(lock + key)

in this game, only green i got is a magic meter
(green magic meters in video games to charge energy, such as “ki”)

wordplay on cursive, poison so potent
(cursive = curses)

peep, way i spell spells, it’s poetry in potion
(words are like spells; twist on poetry in motion)

“Freestyle Jam Session on the UBC Knoll”

Shaun Pepper, Mark Perez, Aki Elvambuena, Stanley de Leon (guitar), Jermi Santos, and Francis Arevalo.

Shouts to Jason Mraz for providing the chords. And Mr. Kuoch for being himself. This is the right way to cap off a beautiful day. Enjoy Vancouver :)

Jermi Santos + Mark Perez Get Down

Francis Arevalo + Aki Elvambuena + Mark Perez = FAM + “Why I Write”

Listen up!

Mark Perez - My Teaching Assistant

Another piece from our trip to the UBC B.Ed Hip Hop Lecture. It’ll speak for itself!

180 Plays

ratskines:

justthatguynamedaki:

Hologram - I Don’t Know What To Call This Song Yet Someone Suggest Me A Title

LARACS:

Writer’s block, lockin up my head; I need to open it.
Knock knock. Yet I’m caulked instead; still dope in it.
There’s not a lot of room, in the box. So I’m pokin’ it
Just with my wrist and wit. Thrust and put a hole in it.
Trust him he’ll be Cole’in it. Hot shit like his colon’s lit.
He’ll top if you make a list. Your option is. Call it quits.
So start to select or get cut from the list.
I’ll stick a hook right under it. And make your semi colons drip.
Cradle up your liver splits. But your hands are gone of grip.
Wait, your hands are just gone. Didn’t even notice it.
Gore action packed activity. Your lungs are stripped
from your thoracic cavity. Where the lungs are kept.
Stickin steady on this. It’s, Aki’s wordy ownership.
Flowin bloody levees. Other rappers, need to own a ship.
But See I’m the boy, who defies the law of buoyancy.
I say all aboard and then, throw all you boys at sea.

holy fuck dude,
this goes so hard…

shit.. i need to “eff you writer’s block” 

If you don’t know, now you no way did he just say that?

(Source: holosgramma)

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