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Ooh, after hours
Underground
He's sittin' in his tower
Have a look around
His kingdom come
His will be done
Only dance for in his town
All rise, the high priest, the wizard of Bushwick
This that funky magic shit you fuck with
All rise, the high priest, the wizard of Bushwick
Well, this that funky magic shit you fuck with
Welcome to his world
His psychedelic palace
Pass around the cups from the crystal chalice
Loud noise beamin' from him
Underneath his spell, oh
Heaven is a dance floor and all is well
All rise, the high priest, the wizard of Bushwick
This that funky magic shit you fuck with
All rise, the high priest, the wizard of Bushwick
Well, this that funky magic shit you fuck with
All rise, the high priest, the wizard of Bushwick
This that funky magic shit you fuck with
All rise, the high priest, the wizard of Bushwick
Well, this that funky magic shit you fuck with
He's on the move, he's in the streets
He's on the floor, he's in the beat
You feel the magic pumpin' in your blood
He's on the move, he's in the streets
He's on the floor, he's in the beat
You feel the magic pumpin' in your blood, uh
He's on the move, he's in the streets
He's on the floor, he's in the beat
You feel the magic pumpin' in your blood, uh
He's on the move, he's in the streets
He's on the floor, he's in the beat
You feel the magic pumpin' in your blood, uh
All rise, the high priest, the wizard of Bushwick
This that funky magic shit you fuck with
All rise, the high priest, the wizard of Bushwick
This that funky magic shit you funk with
That funky magic shit you fuck with
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