WANDS!!!

[Chorus 1: Aerial Ace, Mir Blackwell & both]
Wands, swords, blades and magic
I'm like who want the fade? I'm asking
Wands, swords, blades and magic
While you talking, I make shit happen
Wands, swords, blades and magic
Who the fuck wanna play with that shit?
When you feel like the main attraction
You spit on a spell and the lames who cast it

[Verse 1: Mir Blackwell & Aerial Ace]
I'm will with that bladework
Dodging the flame and the K first, don't like my flavor? Then taste—
I'm Sion, I don't ask no questions, I spray first
Don't fuck with laggers or losers or lame nerds
Watch how they copy the wrist, niggas ice clones
Body for body on tracks, I don't write songs
Murder's an art, in the crib with my knife drawn
Mir, you be snapping on tracks - It's a light jawn
Shorty like Elvy is not in my league
But I still shoot my shot, who gon' stop it on D?
Like bro, pass me the rock, only option is me
I'm that nigga they watch, got 'em locked in their seat
Let's do it mana for mana, like nigga, you man enough?
I can throw hands, but I always keep hammers tucked
Just off a glance got a fan, niggas fanning us
Bitch, I'm the man, who the fuck need a handler?

[Verse 2: Mir Blackwell]
Okay
Last of our people who really can't stand with us?
Run in the game, niggas standard in stamina
Team of elites, you'll be damned if you chancing us
I'm telling you I'm not the dude to be dueling
My heart is too cold and my mood is on Julius
Can't get a win with a Wignall
'Cause I'm speaking facts, and these niggas allude to illusions
Am I right or wrong?
I just walk in the booth with my goggles on
That's a book report, nigga, that's not a song
Ice cubes 'round my heart like it's ride along
Tryna step up to me? You ain't quite as strong
Shorty came to the crib, and she like the throne
Niggas gassing up tracks off of hype alone
What's a wand and a sword to a microphone, lil' nigga

[Chorus 2: Aerial Ace, Mir Blackwell & Chubbz]
Wands, swords, blades, magic
Who snapping? Play that shit
Wands, swords, blades, magic
No tag in, I'm tapped in
Wands, swords, blades, magic
No status? No static
Stick doing magic, the way that it's acting
Just me, Ace and Chubbz and the bodies we bagging

[Verse 3: Chubbz]
Look at these bodies we bagging, you think you're a beast? Then I'll pull up to slay you
You got you a pussy beside you, I'm keeping this short like a haiku, I'm not one who plays, dude
My flow is so frosty, I'm making this fire, and I don't need a wand, you ain't got shit to say, dude
I'll aim for the Magia Vander, I'm done with the banter, fuck you and your slander, I'm making you pay, dude
Beam so big, it's the size of a frost rex
They don't know my lore, that's really some lost text
Julius, you know I talk with a frost breath
I got the will to be motherfucking boss next
Hot mess, a crash out like Sion, dragon I ride on
Out with the darkness, I'm turning the light on
You versus me? What the fuck? Are you high on?
Best keep your eye on
Me, check it
Loop boutta school ya, my class taking action
Stick doing tricks, it got passion for magic
They know we GOATs when we passing their faction
You got no talent, that gassing is classic
Don't lose your mind, I'm surpassing your traction
The waves that you're making ain't splashing, it's tragic
Keep me a blade, I'll just—

[Outro: Aerial Ace]
Wands, blades and magic