I'mma just go in on this joint right now for y'all
All my lyricism heads where y'all at?
[Verse 1]
I spit fifties and shit hundreds, do shit that's undid
Spontaneously combust in these bitches guts
I get em wet, no need to touch
Break they back like dutches
Keep em close like the toast I clutch
Never the less, I'm never depressed
I keep feelings suppressed
One of the best but need to listen if I'mma progress
I'm ready to live, I'm ready to die, I'm ready to ride for rap
I said it on a record, now I can't take it back
Stop, I shut it down like a bloodclot
Smoke emcees, like a fuckin bumbaclot
Mic check, I come to catch wreck
Death before dishonor so I'm coming for your neck
I pop emcees like hymens
Y'all glass posing as studs but I'm a diamond
I reckon you need to listen, I'm never dissin'
Unless your shit is wack, I'll beat you into submission
Catch me fishin, cause I'm eating for a lifetime
Wisdom in my mind, I'm a star watch me shine
Fucking your bitch from behind
Record it and hit rewind
I'm nasty, construct rhymes like rhinoplasty
A hip-hop statute, rhymes coming at you
God bless you, when I kick wisdom it never stress you
Or test you unless you a dumb motherfucker
[Interlude]
We gon' get into it like this...
[Verse 2]
Said this is mathematic tactics, murder this rap shit
Intravenously inject my prophylactics
Inhale my words like a fresh batch of Vicks
Similar to black ice cause the flow so slick
What's up, rappers hear the rhyme they slit they wrists up
Do a whole 'lotta talking, no rapping like fisticuffs
Yeah, turn my headphones up
That's all you sayin' but I'm sprayin' and I can't get enough
Raw, rugged and rough, my alter ego Mr. Tough
I'll call your bluff, face to face never snuff
I murder you with predicate poetic balletic shit
No mercy cause if I grip the mic they might curse me
Da Vinci flow before I grip the mic I'm in control
Before I manifested tendons I was rhyming as a embryo
Living in vertigo half of these fuckers don't know
It's Logic—I said it's Logic
[Intro] I'mma just go in on this joint right now for y'all All my lyricism heads where y'all at? [Verse 1] I spit fifties and shit hundreds, do shit that's undid Spontaneously combust in these bitches guts I get em wet, no need to touch Break they back like dutches Keep em close like the toast I clutch Never the less, I'm never depressed I keep feelings suppressed One of the best but need to listen if I'mma progress I'm ready to live, I'm ready to die, I'm ready to ride for rap I said it on a record, now I can't take it back Stop, I shut it down like a bloodclot Smoke emcees, like a fuckin bumbaclot Mic check, I come to catch wreck Death before dishonor so I'm coming for your neck I pop emcees like hymens Y'all glass posing as studs but I'm a diamond I reckon you need to listen, I'm never dissin' Unless your shit is wack, I'll beat you into submission Catch me fishin, cause I'm eating for a lifetime Wisdom in my mind, I'm a star watch me shine Fucking your bitch from behind Record it and hit rewind I'm nasty, construct rhymes like rhinoplasty A hip-hop statute, rhymes coming at you God bless you, when I kick wisdom it never stress you Or test you unless you a dumb motherfucker [Interlude] We gon' get into it like this... [Verse 2] Said this is mathematic tactics, murder this rap shit Intravenously inject my prophylactics Inhale my words like a fresh batch of Vicks Similar to black ice cause the flow so slick What's up, rappers hear the rhyme they slit they wrists up Do a whole 'lotta talking, no rapping like fisticuffs Yeah, turn my headphones up That's all you sayin' but I'm sprayin' and I can't get enough Raw, rugged and rough, my alter ego Mr. Tough I'll call your bluff, face to face never snuff I murder you with predicate poetic balletic shit No mercy cause if I grip the mic they might curse me Da Vinci flow before I grip the mic I'm in control Before I manifested tendons I was rhyming as a embryo Living in vertigo half of these fuckers don't know It's Logic—I said it's Logic Explain Request ×
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