Hi, my name is Bob, and I approve this message
I got the magic in me
Every time I touch that track
It turns into gold
Everybody knows
I've got the magic in me
When I hit the flow
The girls come snappin' at me
Now everybody wants some presto
Magic, magic, magic
Magic, magic, magic
Magic, magic, magic
I got the magic in me
These tricks that I'll attempt will blow your mind
Pick a verse, any verse
I'll hypnotize you with every line
I'll need a volunteer
How about you, with the eyes?
Come on down to the front
Stand right here and don't be shy
I'll have you time-travellin'
Have your mind babblin'
People tryin' to inherit the skill
So they askin' me
Even David Blaine had to go and take some classes
And I see Mindfreak like
What's up man, what's happenin'?
So come one, come all
And see the show tonight
Prepare to be astounded no ghost or poltergeist
You know I'm no Pinocchio
I've never told a lie
So call me Mr. Magic Man
I float on Cloud Nine
I got the magic in me (I got the magic, baby)
Every time I touch that track it
Turns into gold (yes, it turns to gold)
Everybody knows
I've got the magic in me (I got the magic, baby)
When I hit the flow
The girls come snappin' at me (they be snappin' baby)
Now everybody wants some presto
Magic, magic, magic
Magic, magic, magic
Magic, magic, magic
I got the magic in me
Well, take a journey into my mind
You'll see why it's venom I rhyme
Stay on the road
So I call my mama when I got time
I hit the stage, go insane
Then jump into that crowd
See, see, when I rhyme
I flow on the beat like pidda-dow-dow
See, I deceive you with my intergalactic ether
I sing just like Aretha
So respect me like I'm Caesar
I kick it like Adidas
Flowin' sticky like adhesive
Be cautious, 'cause what I be on will leave you with amnesia
I break all the rules
Like Evel Knievel
It's a spectacular show
'Cause my heart pumps diesel
So whatever you saying
It don't entertain my ego
I do this everyday
Hocus pocus is my stylo
I got the magic in me (I got the magic, baby)
Every time I touch that track it
Turns into gold (yes, it turns to gold)
Everybody knows
I've got the magic in me (I got the magic, baby)
When I hit the flow
The girls come snappin' at me (they be snappin' baby)
Now everybody wants some presto
Magic, magic, magic
Magic, magic, magic
Magic, magic, magic
I got the magic in me
I got that, ay
I got the magic in me
I got the magic in me
About This Song
"Magic" by B.o.B is a confident declaration of artistic prowess disguised as a playful boast about supernatural abilities. The song uses magic metaphors to explore themes of creative transformation and the almost mystical power of musical talent, with B.o.B positioning himself as a musical alchemist who can turn "every track into gold" through his touch. Beyond the surface bravado, the lyrics reveal deeper anxieties about proving oneself in the competitive hip-hop landscape, with the repeated assertions of having "magic" serving as both self-affirmation and a response to doubters. The production features a bouncy, pop-influenced beat that bridges mainstream appeal with hip-hop credibility, reflecting B.o.B's position as an artist straddling multiple genres during the late 2000s/early 2010s crossover era. The magic metaphor cleverly parallels the music industry's unpredictable nature, where success can seem as mysterious and elusive as actual sorcery. The song's hypnotic repetition of "magic" creates an almost incantatory effect, reinforcing the theme while making the track undeniably catchy. It resonated with listeners because it captured the aspirational energy of the era while acknowledging the surreal experience of sudden fame and the pressure to consistently deliver hits. Ultimately, "Magic" works as both a celebration of artistic confidence and a meditation on the mysterious alchemy that transforms raw talent into commercial and cultural success.
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