Lyrics

[Verse]
Out the shadows, flipping scripts, rituals real shady,
Wands and triggers, city nights, life's a bit crazy.
Alley spells, candles lit, gang ties and hexes,
Black magic hoods, white robes, battling on the nexus.
Witchcraft, grips tight, slingin' curses on the block,
Flippin' potions, not pot, cloak with the Glock.
Eyes bloodshot, mind full of that potion,
Shaking visions, haze thick, dark waves of emotion.

[Chorus]
Hex and hustle, it's black and white magic
Crack a spell, pull a trick, shadows tragic.
Wands and Glocks, night spell gone frantic,
Rituals of the street, sorcery panoramic.

[Verse 2]
Baphomet, street traps, lying on the cards,
Ouija board, cap snap, hitmen rolling hard.
Chanting in the basement, ancient words of power,
Cauldron bubble, street hustle every hour.
White smoke mysteries, dark alley symphonies,
Fortunes told, fortunes stole, hustling up them keys.
Money trees by the hex, figures in the glow,
Candles flicker, shadows thicker, in the ghetto flow.

[Bridge]
Blood martinis, spirits speaking, cold winds hustle,
Dark fabrics beneath, tearing through the muscle.
Offerings on the block, cash for the fee,
Conjuring spirits, out the gangsta creed.

[Verse 3]
Hoodie cloaked sorcerer, bidding on black nights,
Pentacles in alleyways, creeping under lights.
Silver bullets for the werewolf, ghost shadows gone,
Magicians in the ghettos, urban wizards on the lawn.
Blacksmith curses, curses forged in flames,
Gold chains and grimoires, flaming street names.
Rituals in the midnight, spirits in the mist,
Grim humor, stardust, pistols with a twist.

[Chorus]
Hex and hustle, it's black and white magic
Crack a spell, pull a trick, shadows tragic.
Wands and Glocks, night spell gone frantic,
Rituals of the street, sorcery panoramic.