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"'95 Tip"

"'95 Tip"


This right here, homie
This that first take shit, you know what I'm saying? For my real heads
All my real hip hop motherfuckers, they know they're Roots shit, you know what I mean?
So we gon' get it like this
Let that beat drop, Psychological

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 their 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 MCs, like a fuckin bumbaclot
Mic check, I come to catch wreck
Death before dishonor so I'm coming for your neck
I pop MCs like Hymens
Y'all glass posing in studs but I'm a diamond
Now recon, 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 statue
Rhymes coming at you, God bless you
When I kick wisdom it never stress you or test you
Unless you a dumb ass motherfucker

(Psychological) Yeah, no want no more
Fuck it, ayo

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
Ah, 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
Then 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

Yeah, all day
Drop tracks like that
All nuts in
Maryland stand up, that's it
I'm out, peace, one love
Fuck if you doubt me

(You are watching a master at work)
Todd? Todd? Would you care for a glass of grape juice?
Nigga, what the fuck is juice?
I want some grape drink, baby
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
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"1-800-273-8255"
(feat. Alessia Cara & Khalid)

"1-800-273-8255"
(feat. Alessia Cara & Khalid)



[Logic:]
I've been on the low
I been taking my time
I feel like I'm out of my mind
It feel like my life ain't mine
Who can relate?
I've been on the low
I been taking my time
I feel like I'm out of my mind
It feel like my life ain't mine

I don't wanna be alive
I don't wanna be alive
I just wanna die today
I just wanna die
I don't wanna be alive
I don't wanna be alive
I just wanna die
And let me tell you why

All this other shit I'm talkin' 'bout they think they know it
I've been praying for somebody to save me, no one's heroic
And my life don't even matter
I know it I know it I know I'm hurting deep down but can't show it
I never had a place to call my own
I never had a home
Ain't nobody callin' my phone
Where you been? Where you at? What's on your mind?
They say every life precious but nobody care about mine

I've been on the low
I been taking my time
I feel like I'm out of my mind
It feel like my life ain't mine
Who can relate?
I've been on the low
I been taking my time
I feel like I'm out of my mind
It feel like my life ain't mine

I want you to be alive
I want you to be alive
You don't gotta die today
You don't gotta die
I want you to be alive
I want you to be alive
You don't gotta die
Now lemme tell you why

[Alessia Cara:]
It's the very first breath
When your head's been drowning underwater
And it's the lightness in the air
When you're there
Chest to chest with a lover
It's holding on, though the road's long
And seeing light in the darkest things
And when you stare at your reflection
Finally knowing who it is
I know that you'll thank God you did

[Logic:]
I know where you been, where you are, where you goin'
I know you're the reason I believe in life
What's the day without a little night?
I'm just tryna shed a little light
It can be hard
It can be so hard
But you gotta live right now
You got everything to give right now

I've been on the low
I been taking my time
I feel like I'm out of my mind
It feel like my life ain't mine
Who can relate?
I've been on the low
I been taking my time
I feel like I'm out of my mind
It feel like my life ain't mine

I finally wanna be alive
I finally wanna be alive
I don't wanna die today
I don't wanna die
I finally wanna be alive
I finally wanna be alive
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die

[Khalid:]
Pain don't hurt the same, I know
The lane I travel feels alone
But I'm moving 'til my legs give out
And I see my tears melt in the snow
But I don't wanna cry
I don't wanna cry anymore
I wanna feel alive
I don't even wanna die anymore
Oh I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't even wanna die anymore
 
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Učlanjen(a)
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"30,000"

"30,000"


Wake up, you bitch ass
Cracker ass, motha fucka

[Verse 1: Logic]
See all I ever wanted was a window to sit close to
And you don't understand but in the end you ain't supposed to
I'm talking first class, 30, 000 feet under my ass
Living life on the dash, constant pursuit of cash
Now I'm living a life that you and yours could only dream about
And just a couple ago this shit I used to scheme about
Rehearsing for hours in front of my mirror
Until my voice was hoarse but my vision was clearer
See this that new school style but the flow remind you of them old days
Fast forward to the present, rappers have no class like snow days
Good God, let me bring it back to hip-hops first renaissance
96' Kool-Aid and Sega Genesis

[Chorus:]
Hey yo, Hey yo, how you keep it so real
I love the way your lyrics make me feel
Roll it and get high, Light it up and fly
Feeling like I'm 30, 000 feet up in the sky

I got em' saying

Hey yo, Hey yo, how you keep it so real
I love the way your lyrics make me feel
Roll it and get high, Light it up and fly
Feeling like I'm 30, 000 feet up in the sky

[Verse 2: Logic]
So many people think that they know my whole situation
Conversations with people that handle public relations
Nothing but hundred dollar bills and standing ovations
Slowly pacing until I kill like that boy Jason
It ain't nothing, never folding or bluffin'
Get money, fuck bitches but respect women cause we love em'
Kiss em', touch em' and rub em'
Fuck em' but never grub em'
Hit fast but then I slow it down like Robitussin
Shorty giving me brain until concussion
The club run out of vodka the second we rush in
Never under estimate the power in which I'm bustin'
My lyricism got yo girl blushin'
Ain't even touch her and yet she gushin' (ha)
Award shows, chilling with all my bros
3-piece Ralph Lauren and some Jordan's I suppose

[Chorus]
 
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Učlanjen(a)
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"44 Bars"

"44 Bars"


[Sample from Barrington Levy's "The Vibes is Right":]
If you're dealing war, backwards stay far
We're dealing with truths and rights
Come some more into my sight

[Logic:]
Yeah, in London talkin' to Rhetorik 'bout my life and shit
I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit
It's kind of funny how life changed and rearranged
No matter what happens, everything ain't gon' be the same
The incredible album, what an incredible outcome
I grip the mic and then talk to the people like I'm Malcolm
I used to think the fame and money was the motivation
Until I toured the world and met the people face to face and
Understood that the power was harnessed in that basement
It ain't about the money and notoriety
It's about the people and making a difference in society
But don't get it twisted, this life I'm living is like a movie
The Godfather, the Goodfella wielding an Uzi
One with the people, if the people is wondering who's he?
Same level, the same rebel that never settled
Pullin' strings like Geppeto who overcame the ghetto
And I know you wrote me and I still ain't answered
Cause shit is different now, it's forced upon me
Different stances
I used to spend all my time conversing with you
But now I write this song to let you know I'm hurting with you
Shit is too big, but let's be honest man,
It's kinda bittersweet, besides the shows and meet and greets y'all only see me on the street
And even then, that shit is rare-I just don't go outside
Cause honestly I don't fuck with this world, I'd rather hide
That misconception, "Cause I rap, I must be filled with pride"
Shit I ain't perfect, if you heard different then someone lied
People in my ear telling me, "Talk that shit"
Actions speak louder than words, I'd rather walk that shit
Since the first album
I'm one of the highest earners on the label
Within six months I put the second one on the table
I've played sold out shows in parts of the world I can't pronounce
Release the tickets, watch them disappear when we announce
Fuck all that murderous syllable shit right now
Just let me bounce
The mood around me is people smokin' that by the ounce
Leave Friday for the show and come back Monday with a hundred grand
Don't fuck with checks so when I bounce I prefer cash in hand
You know my first week looking crazy due to high demand
Cause people don't buy music in this day and age
They buy the brand
There's ups and downs, don't get me wrong
But back when I ain't have shit
Felt like I would've sold my soul to make it with this rap shit
Thank God he never let Lucifer close enough to ask
Let me attain it by workin' hard and busting my ass
Achieved a lot in life, but what's a lot with more to gain?
At least I don't drink to avoid the hurt, we call that Champagne

[Sample from Barrington Levy's "The Vibes is Right":]
Come some more into my sight...
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
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"500 Days Of Summer"

"500 Days Of Summer"


[Woman Singing]

[Intro:]
"I love her smile, I love her hair, I love her teeth. I love this heart-shaped birthmark she has on her neck. I love the way she sometimes, licks her lips before she talks. I love the sound of her laugh"

[Verse:]
I can feel it now
It's coming soon
It is my world, my sun and moon
Once upon a time, this world was love
But now I know this is everything that I've dreamed of
So take it slow
Speed it up
Every time I see you I just want to beat it up
Maybe not, but that's a lie
C'mon baby girl, ain't no need to cry
Just let me go, or let me know
Why the hell you wanna stick around fo'
Arms length
Just so you do, don't get to close, that is the rule
I remember when I met her back in high school
Science class, sitting on the stool
Now I'm feeling like a fool
Cause I cut that tie months ago, this girl is cruel
Maybe not, just very lovely
No matter what she says I know she still loves me
So can I love?
I've already asked
Who would've know matters of the heart would be such a task?

[Interlude:]
"I hate summer, I hate her crooked teeth. I hate her 1960s haircut. I hate her knobby knees. I hate her cockroach-shaped splotch on her neck. I hate the way she smacks her lips before she talks. I hate the way she sounds when she laughs"

[Verse:]
Uh, She used to be my girl
But now she just a girl I'm fucking
She used to mean the world to me but now that world is nothing
I would've put a ring on that finger but I couldn't afford it
So I laced it with rib and she adored it
Uh, sometimes I wonder if she thinks of me
But my mind tells me to focus on work so instinctively
How could the pussy be that good?
Cause my feelings involved
Till my shorty evolved
And her feelings dissolved
But that's what happens when you find them young
Treat them like royalty, and they will run
Searching the world for perfect love and realize you're the one
But they fucked because that shit is done
This is a letter to the woman of my dreams
Love what she brings
So listen baby girl cause everything ain't what it seems
You either know me now
Or I'm a meet you after fame
But one thing's for sure
Your life will never be the same
Cause you're gonna be my wife and my mistress
So understand now I can't be there for every Christmas
I love you more than anything, but I could never risk this
On stage living life, while you're forced to miss this
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
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"5AM"

"5AM"


I've seen a lot of shit I shouldn't have but never forgot it though
Brothers on the corners selling crack like it was nada though
Walk inside my kitchen baking soda all up on the floor
Police banging on the door
While gripping the.44
I was just a youngin' but this type of shit I've seen before
Y'all see a white boy, but my daddy a negro
Half breed motherfucker grip the mic and heat flow
I just wanna spread love, they want me to bleed slow
I just wanna keep the peace, and help people
Give some of this money that I'm making to the people
So if you hatin' on me goddamn you evil
And just don't understand cause I'm flyer than Knievel
Been through a lot of shit, but I keep it on the D-Lo
Never bustin' in'em streets but I keep it G though
I ain't in a fairy tale, I'm just me, ho!
Only thing I talk about is everything that we know
I heard you've got a fucking problem bitch I bet I beast
Ain't no need to reach, I don't need a piece
I just kill'em with kindness, yeah we leave 'em deceased
And tell it like it is and now you got it capish shorty waddup!

Let me bring it back down
You think it's a game right now (yeah)
But it ain't the same right now, know my name right now (yeah)
Back where I came from now
We're gon' live it up
Till we bring it back down

Let me bring it back down
You think it's a game right now (yeah)
But it ain't the same right now, know my name right now (yeah)
Back where I came from now
We're gon' live it up
Till we bring it back down

I hope you live a long life hatin'
And watch every Grammy just to see who they nominating, uh
So successful they'll probably say I signed with Satan
But I got God on my side, always down to ride
Don't get it twisted, I ain't perfect in the least
I'm still all up in your girl jeans like a crease
Matter fact like a geneticist
These rappers' records comin' out they so repetitive
Shout out my Homie Chance, peace to Skizzy Mars
Rattpack, homie Castro, we dropping bars
It's all love, man that shit is ours
They never thought I'd make a shooting from the stars
Yeah, I'm a born sinner, but it's a cold world
Shout out my homies that know me, can't forget my old girl
But that's a touchy subject like a priest, woah
I heard y'all finally eating over there, we got a feast, though
Keep it Rattpack, till the beat go
You might not get the flow now, let it seek though
Fans know my lyrics deeper than the sea floor
But we dumb it down so they spin it on the radio
Racism all up in 'em, that shit is irrelevant
My flow is colorblind, rapping for the hell of it
I don't give a fuck, my mind stays celibate
Run quick, tell a bitch, rap getting me hella rich
Out the blue like elephants
My flow is so elegant
Death before dishonor
Murder all rappers in front of they momma's
I rip Artanis
Decipher the word because it's eubonics
Reverse the letters and it spells Sinatra
Yes, I got you bitch it's Logic

Let me bring it back down
You think it's a game right now (yeah)
But it ain't the same right now, know my name right now (yeah)
Back where I came from now
We're gon' live it up
Till we bring it back down
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
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"925"

"925"


[Intro:]
Now if you feeling how I'm feeling put your hands up high,
If you feeling how I'm feeling put your lighters in the sky.

[Verse 1:]
Now if you feeling how I'm feeling put your hands up high,
If you feeling how I'm feeling put your lighters in the sky,
I'll be damned if I ain't living the life I always wanted,
Started from the bottom as a young and gettin' blunted now I run it like a marathon Ho,
Yeah it's on Ho,
Hits motherfucker, hits Barry Bonds Ho,
In the studio for twenty two days,
I'm too paid,
Might fuck around and kick flip in my new J's,
I got a show in Paris then Tokyo so I'm lu paid
Fucked a shorty in Paris I'm getting crème brûlée

[Hook: x2]
Fuck a 9 to 5,
I'm too alive for the real world,
Never die in the real world Lie in the real world,
Everything ain't what it seems,
When you following your dreams

[Verse 2:]
How you feeling Ho?
I'm makin the killing Ho, really doe,
Talking all that shit behind my back just Like a silly (Ho),
Had a dream Dr. King,
Now that money ain't a thing
I've been through a lot of pain, looking like we overcame!
Goddamn life just ain't the same, all ya know my name
Fuck the fame, Maryland where I came
Broke up in the game, and it feels Good, Good, real Good, good
Now we livin in the hills pissing off the neighborhood,
It's just me Castro and Six, going crazy in this Bitch,
Plus my homie John
And the whole RattPack you know we on,
Livin the life of a don
While my homie Slay roll up the swisher
I get richer while they hate, watch the Money Gravitate
Finally eat and grab a plate
Hell yeah that's sounding great
I've been high I been Low but There's one thing That I know
It's been a long time coming now my whole team got it,
And if you're hatin' suck a dick and bitch about it

[Hook x2]
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
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"A Third Person Story"

"A Third Person Story"


He was a, class clown
Lover all around
He was kind of goofy
Make you feel good when you're down
But one day he disappeared and never came back
At 17 got kicked out by his mother just like that
He moved in with his father
That he never grew up with
But we're not gon' get into that like cocaine we gon' cut it
He loved music, but never had the time
Cause he was working two jobs and they both was overtime
His girlfriend always told him that he was destined to shine
He smiled, said "really?" but really paid it no mind
And when he was of age the situation was shitty
So he packed up all his stuff and then he moved across the city
Went to the room from his homie's mom and dad
They saw the situation and they felt so bad
They let him live with 'em, and he was doing good
Working at the street fixing cars under their hood
He got up with his mentor, that he knew for a while
He met him back when he was a youngin' only a child
A real good guy
That gave him some equipment
And then he sent him packing like a UPS shipment
He said "lay some tracks, and maybe we can get it"
So then he quit his job and he moved in with his sister
They lived together as children so yes he really missed her
But then he got another job, still working on music
Tryna find a style and figure out how to use it
But one day he got it
Yes he's so excited
But then he stopped
Said I got a way to go on top, they gon' find me
Such a long journey like I'm walking I-90
Three thousand miles leaving the haters behind me
Along his path, he ran into a wise man
Said "please tell me how I let 'em know I'm great"
Wise man then said "drop a mixtape
But not just a regular shit that everyone doin'
You gotta let'em know that you for real on what you're pursuing"
Then he was gone, just as quick as he came
After this encounter he would never be the same
'Bout 100 miles and runnin', he started feelin' something
What's that?
Maturity
Every single night, sacrifice rest to write
Dusk 'till dawn he be rapping 'till the sun up
Call him super Mario he always get the one up
Finally dropping tracks, now the mixtape is completed
His appetite for perfection was seriously needed
Then it dropped
He would, sell it for twenty but his country in recession so
Take it for ten homie consider it a blessing
Yes he a rookie, but you know they respect him
That Botox flow, so whenever he inject 'em
Them haters tighten up their game but now it don't affect him
'Cause if they step out of line yeah you know he finna check 'em
He grew up on the bottom, but dreamt about the top
He finally found out that until he reach it he won't stop
He's headed to the summit, where everybody plummet
The game need change and Logic can break a hunnit
The consul to the game so you know we run it
Nah, that last line was, over dramatic
But he coming for that ass and he gon' let 'em have it
 
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"A Word From Our Sponsor"

"A Word From Our Sponsor"


[Phone Intro - Logic (Marty Randolph) & Logic (Female Voice):]
Let's see here, uh, (301) 776-4308
This motherfucker better pick up the God damn phone this time, Jesus Christ
Thank you for calling RattPack Industries
Yes hel...
Where we don't fuck with anybody
Someone will be with you momentarily
Jesus man, seriously? Jesus bro, fuck bro...
Current wait time is 1 minute
Fuck man, fuckers better not have me waiting all God damn day in here-Jesus...
While you wait, please listen to a word from our sponsors...

[Skit - YaLocalWhiteBoy, Logic (Marty Randolph) & Logic (Female Voice):]
Y'know, it's crazy cause it's two types of motherfuckers
It's one motherfucker talking 'bout:
"Oh Logic's so slept on, he's so lowkey..."
Knowing damn well this motherfucker did 135K first week
First fucking week!
Then it's other motherfuckers talking 'bout:
"Oh, Logic's blowing up, he's getting so big now. I don't want him to blow up on me. Oh, Logic's changing..."
Cause he made a turnt ass mixtape!
We're going to be bumping this shit the whole summer!
The fuck?!
Current wait time is 36 minutes...
36 minutes? It was just a minu-it was just one minute!
What the fuck?!
And do y'all not listen to lyrics?
He's making a whole other concept album
That's fucking insane!
This man dropped a project every year for six years
I mean, I'm not complaining though but-
Current wait time is 1 hour, 40 minutes...
1 hou-WHAT THE F-?! This, this-this is gotta be hands down the fucking worst customer service of all time
You can just-I can't-
This motherfucker made a number one album!
What?
Made a mixtape after...
Oh my God-
And then he's making another concept album...
This is fucking bullshit...
Like his first shit didn't already go Number 1?!
Nobody cares...
This motherfucker's on a role!
NOBODY CARES!
This motherfucker's like butter, he's on a roll motherfucker!
Current wait time is...
Okay God, thank God!
16 hours
What the...? WHAT THE FUCK?!
And it's peace, love and positivity
Logic is the only rap concert you can go to
And not get shot in the face
Like this motherfucker actually loves his fans
You name it: YouTube videos, Periscope, Vlogs, Q&A's
This motherfucker does it all!
You name it, he does it! The fuck?
WHAT FUCKING RAPPER DOES THAT?!
Current wait time is...
Okay...?
Go fuck yourself
Go-go fuck? WHAT?!
And this motherfucker can solve up to seven Rubix Cubes in a minute...
WHO THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW CAN DO THAT?!
This is ridiculous!
No one is available at this time
WHAT?! I'm gonna let this motherfucker have it!
Please leave a message after the tone...

[Spoken Message - Logic (Marty Randolph):]
Oh, hey-hi, Logic...
Hey, how's it going?
My name's Mar-Rick-
My name's Randy Mardoff
Definitely never spoken before...
I was calling just to say, uh
Just wanted to wish you lots of, suc-success...
And uh, maybe we can have some lunch
I don't know if this is a direct line to you
But yeah, once again this is, uh, uhm-Randy Mardoff
Never spoken before...
You can call me back at any time, m'kay
Alright bye

[Outro - Logic (Marty Randolph):]
Oh shit... fuck! I didn't leave my number! I gotta fucking call back and deal with this shit again?!
 
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