After hours
Underground
He's sittin' in his tower
Have a look around

His kingdom come
His will be done
On the dancefloor and 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 waves beamin' from him
Underneath his spell, oh
Heaven is a dancefloor 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

(The wizard, the wizard, the wizard of Bushwick)

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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Writer(s): Benjamin Michael Ruttner, Hayden John Coplen, James Patterson, Jason Alexander Suwito, Landon Jacobs, Ross Clark