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Lyrics
They call me Magic, ’cause I be Gathering,
You came to battle me? That’s poor deck imagining.
Talk like a mythic, but you swing like a common,
I’m stacking up responses while you’re praying I ain’t got ’em.
You ain’t competition, you a token on the battlefield,
One little trigger and your whole fucking battle’s sealed.
I keep the pressure up, priority never passing,
You thought you had the win—I put that bullshit on the stack then.
No mulligan can save you, every hand you draw is trash,
I’m dropping bombs while you’re still counting up your mana stash.
Your crew gets exiled, ain’t no graveyard resurrection,
I don’t counter every move—I counter your whole fucking existence.
You brought a starter deck and stepped into Commander night,
I brought infinite combos just to end your fucking life.
So shuffle up and cut it—better pray for what you’re drawing,
They call me Magic ’cause I Gather—and your whole board’s what I’m wiping.
You’re a tapped-out threat with a hand full of excuses,
I’m a planeswalker’s nightmare, turning legends into losers.
You boast about your power, but your toughness can’t defend it,
I cast one clean removal spell and watch your whole turn end it.
You’re stuck in upkeep, I’m already at the finish,
Your best line needs three turns—I erase it in a minute.
You’re searching for an answer, but your library’s looking barren,
I’m tutoring for the kill while you’re top-decking and panicking.
You call that value? That’s a pile of wasted mana,
I’m generating card advantage while you’re begging for a banner.
Your battlefield is crowded, but your board state’s just cosmetic,
I turn your biggest creature into a footnote in the aesthetic.
You’re a bad draw in the opening seven, a dead card in the late game,
I’m the reason every player at the table knows my name.
You keep bluffing with open mana, but your tells are telegraphed,
I read your whole strategy before your first land’s even tapped.
I’ve got haste in every movement, vigilance in every stance,
You’re waiting for a miracle—I’m already in attack stance.
Your blockers look impressive till the combat math is finished,
I assign lethal damage, then I watch your confidence diminish.
You’re a counterfeit rare, all shine and no ability,
I’m a format-defining threat with undeniable utility.
You came in talking dominance, but your deck can’t find a curve,
I’m the final boss at the table, and you’re the player I reserve.
No sideboard can save you, no judge call can reverse it,
You lost before the matchup started—check the record, read the verdict.
So shuffle up and cut it, let the top card tell the story,
You’re facing down a legend while I’m taking all the glory.
Details
GeneratedAug 31, 2026
Duration3:14
LanguageEnglish
Style
Metal, gritty and emotional, electric guitar, steady drums, passionate vocals, male and female duet
Credits
Prompt byFrozenFlash170
ModelAria v5.5
