Wizardry

[Verse 1: Jus Allah]
Compensation for my records sold
Will be a conversation where they serve you libations with flecks of gold
And say they don't accept what they're told
There'll be complications, stopping the conversation from gettin' old
What you grow should be close to what you're supposed to earn
I don't know what I don't know but I'm open to learn
It's a growing concern; but I may as well stay on the path 'cause I've already passed the point of no return
Then I drove beyond dirt
I was in a space they can't trace a response alert
But all of this isn't random, it happens at concert
People'll find God, every fan is a convert
Let that reverberate, the more that I terminate
With every verse it raises up the conversion rate
My message will empty out a church on its first date
Can see the real king, not the one they impersonate

[Chorus: Mic King]
Where my money at, homie?
Act like you know me
Don't make me have to pull up and take what you owe me
Where my money at, homie?
Act like you know me
Don't make me have to pull up and take what you owe me
Where my money at, homie?
Act like you know me
Don't make me have to pull up and take what you owe me
Where my money at, homie?
Act like you know me
Don't make me have to pull up and take what you owe me

[Verse 2: Mic King]
The highest honor is to honor the agreement
Then it's death before dishonor if your caliber is decent
Monitor my moniker, admonisher in secret
Yet the honor is all mine so I'm honored with achievements
Thrown in the deep end, survived below the surface
Now it's time to walk on water in the afterglow with purpose
Master capital in the lower case of a surplus
You know my word is bond in a growing rate so word up
I'm exactly as advertised
Patent wise with an iron will that is magnetized
Even my polar opposite's practically satisfied
'cause my moral compass is attracted to magnet side
God save the king, a purple McLaren
I was up on my vertical, now it's vertical parents
I vibrate on different wavelenghts in the same space
Got the picture? I make father figures when it takes shape

[Chorus: Mic King]
Where my money at, homie?
Act like you know me
Don't make me have to pull up and take what you owe me
Where my money at, homie?
Act like you know me
Don't make me have to pull up and take what you owe me
Where my money at, homie?
Act like you know me
Don't make me have to pull up and take what you owe me
Where my money at, homie?
Act like you know me
Don't make me have to pull up and take what you owe me

[Verse 3: Jus Allah]
Fat Joe and those Afro-Latinos
Wannabe negroes, black people placebos
Imitators being mosquitoes of our ethos
And got inflated egos, adios amigos
Y'all are no comparison to the black American
We the crows that all other partridges is parroting
Not to be disparaging but when y'all don't have
The influence of us then y'all wanna be Aryan
We created this art alone, let y'all borrow it
You thought it was your own, the records are still around
Everything is all known, you get no credit now
Defaulted on the loan
Y'all stealin' from us ever so blatantly
This hip-hop culture belong to us unmistakably
So basically, we be living rent-free inside your minds
But I guess we can't occupy your space with no vacancy