[Lyric] Silly Watch Remix (Magician G & DedDreamer)

[Intro: Magician G]
LeeBoy, you on the track
Magician G and DedDreamer
'Silly Watch (Remix)'
Let’s go

[Verse 1: Magician G]
I came in harder than forty cops
Bust and break in your crib, this shit is a cookin’ spot, haters lookin’ to shoot up like heroin
Breaking shit down like decomposition, might swipe your bitch
Like a credit card, aquired her number, now she call you a fraud
So far I'm on the fence and I'm getting straight to the point
I shoot against the best, best be ready to face me when I exploit your flaws
You don't cross bars often enough, all confidence? I'm callin’ your bluff
Magician G has appeared on scеne, technician, lyrically, don't cross me
Likе the blue line anticipated, waiting to be able to hate on my greatness
Your vicious hatred ain't raisin’ my stadium, same as Las Vegas, you miseducated
Students of the game, rudeness the same, need to be tamed like a Great Dane
And I ain't lyin’ when I say I'm the main attraction, you just a throw away
Never needed a chain or a silly watch to remain on top
Of this spot, I'm hot, now y’all drop like a failed faucet, no Slump God
Lots of drip, thots on the strip, stop! I never needed assets
In order to know that I'm the shit, your bling bling don't mean a goddamn thing
I'm more of an antagonist than Eugene Hamilton. wreaking havoc on this beat
Just a dispassionate, rapping activists ain’t spittin’ facts just beyond your teeth
Expert analyst, oh, so adamant, ‘til I close your mouth inanimately
Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh! I do this shit with ease
Been hated on since I created ‘Apprentice’
Greatest preponderance of obnoxious, motherfuckas lead to a couple of options
I could ink a response or demolish ‘em or link up with a second conscious
That's why DedDreamer on this (On this, on this, on this)
[Verse 2: DedDreamer]
Bitch, I’m on this, none of these hoes wanna be honest, got this red dot at yo’ head
I keep my word, I do as promised, these Glocks (Grr), now you dead
Bitch! Outta my way, don’t need you to defend me
Pull up with my Draco and my red Bentley (Skrrt!)
Woah, all of these fools be acting silly, might needa cop me a milli’
Don’t got the blood, don’t got the jeans, I’m not Juice or Billie Jean
Woo! And that’s facts, skrrt! Gimme- gimme all them racks, bitch
Yeah, I feel like I’m outta time, fuck my bad bitch from behind
Pop that motherfucker like it’s a crime, duck in my city, I’m from Anaheim
Not talkin’ hockey, bitch, you gotta duck yo’ head
Gangs in the city with the sticks like Pocky (Bow!), gonna drop dead with the lead, ayy
Me and my bitch lip lockin’, couple hunnid bandz in my pockets
Couple hunnid bandz in my whip, bitch, couple hunnid racks on a misfit
You is just a witness, bitch, you ain’t with this
(Man, I’m keepin’ up with this shit, for real) Keep up with this shit, bitch
(Can’t keep up with me, make a deal) Keep up with this shit! (Bitch!)
Uh, keepin’ it up, you slowin’ down, gonna leave you in the dust
Gotta pop yo’ whole gang, I know I must, these little bitches just throwin’ a fuss
We do this shit for fun, yeah, bitch, I’m unloadin’ my gun
Uh, you pussies better run, I’m out this shit, I’m done, ayy

[Outro: DedDreamer]
Skrrt! Skrrt, sheesh!
Ayy, ayy
I’m out!