Logic

[fox69]

"Nothing But A Hero RMX"

"Nothing But A Hero RMX"


[Intro:]
(Allllllright)
In the sky it's a bird, it's a plane, nah who dat?
Everybody want me to save them, I can't do that
Gotta little shine and they wonder where the lewd at
The life of an artist I had to pursue that

[Verse 1:]
Superman all the time yea, true dat
That's why I laugh when they ask, "Man where the suit at?"
I love my family love my friends
But when it comes down to money see it all depends

Cause now I got new family, I got new friends
That I never even seen before, where does it end?
See I got loved ones and I got enemies
But at the end of the day I don't know the identities

So they love the entities
And people befronted me for the fame
Breaking in the game
Life will never be the same...
It'll never be the same

And they all like

[Hook:]
You are... My...
Superhero (superhero)
I said (I said)
You are... My...
Superhero (superhero)

[Verse 2:]
I was gone for a minute, came back in a flash
Spit crack up a dude's rock like dash
Any dame know I got game, go ask
This is my true identity- No mask

Most wish to get it and rub on a flask
I wish to get it and rub on her ass
Hip-Hop what I'm talking bout, you ain't on
And a metaphor means I am hands on

Out for the green with a buzz like Hornet
I ain't rip the game yet, I just torn it
See the good guy gets the dame
And if a shawty got a donk like Lois Lane

I turn into the paraphilias from X-Men
You ain't get it? I'm all about the brain
Step to the mic he a beast
Hungry in the game still looking for a feast

All about my dough on a rise like yeast
And I'm a keep going till a motha fucka deceased
See I stood on the side humbly, like Alfred
But now it's time to jump in the bat outfit

And I could give a damn if you doubt it
Cause when I hit the stage they shout it
Uh, Yea they shout it
(What'd they shout?)

They shout

[Hook:]
You are... My...
Superhero (superhero)
I said (I said)
You are... My...
Superhero (superhero)

[Verse 3:]
No the flow never awkward man
Stepped in the booth the like, I'll be Damned
Kid opened his mouth and shocked me man
And I get the honeys wetter than Aqua-Man

See that's that sex appeal
I guess that'll add another meal to the deal
But right now I'm just trying to get a meal
In the bat cave sharpen in the skill

With an Iron-Man mindset, they can never steal
Villain on the mic though, yea I had to kill it
I wrote this rhyme in braille just for you to feel it
Let the flow pour for a minute but I gotta seal it

[Outro:]
Hopefully now (hopefully now)
Y'all know me
Gotta grip on the game
Like it was fresh, about to sewn it

[Hook:]
You are... My...
Superhero (superhero)
I said (I said)
You are... My...
Superhero (superhero)

 

[fox69]

"Now"

"Now"


Fuckin with me now, fuckin with me now
Goddamnit now they, damn it now they
Fuckin with me now, fuckin with me now
Wasn't bout it back then, all a sudden now they
Fuckin with me now, fuckin with me now
I must've got it cause they wanna seem like everybody
Fuckin with me now, fuckin with me now
Break it down for these motherfuckers thinking that they

Fuckin with me now, but they never was
Tell me where was y'all back on the come up way before the buzz?
Chillin with my homies in the basement like it really was
Fuckin with me now
Top down, just the four of us
Rattpack to the fullest, the people want more of us
Man, now we've finally got connected
Did it all without a plug and so they Fuckin with me now
Yeah we've got it now, yes I've got it now
So I've gotta keep it real right now
Tell me how you feelin, bitches grilling, we making a killin
The villain chillin, I'm living the life I've got the feelin
For the realest on the rise
Shootin for the skies
VMG fuck all them other guys
Been advised to give up
We live up the the bar set
Bobbysoxer doin 120 in a Corvette
Blowin up like a war vet
Goddamn, everybody wonder who I am
Cause I came out the cut like a stitch in your hand
And my music flowing through your city like drug money
Made a mill off rap, fuck drug money
And now you hit me like I got you whatever you need
But deep down, hope a motherfucker bleed

Fuckin with me now, fuckin with me now
Goddamnit now they, damn it now they
Fuckin with me now, fuckin with me now
Wasn't bout it back then, all a sudden now they
Fuckin with me now, fuckin with me now
I must've got it cause they wanna seem like everybody
Fuckin with me now, fuckin with me now
Break it down for these motherfuckers thinking that they

Fuckin with me now
Break it down come off of the crown
Nowhere to be found on the come up now they come around
Talkin bout they hold me down, yeah?
Acting like they know me, now they know me now, yeah?
Where you been?
You gon be there when I need a friend?
Say I've got em when I hit rock bottom and get up again
Sippin gin
Now would you pick up the pen if I was locked up in the pen?
Tell me can you reminisce on way back when it did begin?
When I look at you, I do not see a friend
When I look at you look at me I can tell you only see some type of end
Fuckin with me now
Actin' like we kin
But you don't know where I've been
Goddamn, bring it back again yeah
Back again yeah
Bring it back again yeah
Back again yeah
Back again yeah
Bring it back again yeah
Talkin bout they

Fuckin with me now, fuckin with me now
Goddamnit now they, damn it now they
Fuckin with me now, fuckin with me now
Wasn't bout it back then, all a sudden now they
Fuckin with me now, fuckin with me now
I must've got it cause they wanna seem like everybody
Fuckin with me now, fuckin with me now
Break it down for these motherfuckers thinking that they

 

[fox69]

"Numbers"

"Numbers"


[Chorus:]
You already know what I been on
You know where I be at
Cause men lie, women lie
Numbers don't I see that? (Don't I see that?)

Catch me in a private jet
Like fuck it where the weed at?
And this flight attendant got the fattest ass
You know I need that

[Verse 1: Logic]
Now these bitches say they love me
But they're just obsessed with the image
Now if practice makes perfect
Then this is a scrimmage

Cause I ain't perfect
I never said I was
But now they're hating
Cause a brotha finally got some buzz

The things that I say (Say)
The places I'm seeing (Seeing)
The people I talk to
You don't know what I mean

Even matters of love
It ain't always as it seems
Yeah there's plenty in the sea
Until you hit the mainstream

The girl that I love
The one I call my honey
Now I wonder if she love me for me
Or for my fucking money

Sometimes I think about the love
That I had in the past
I truly miss it
But It just wasn't destined to last

Cause our separation
Lit a fire under my ass
And now I'm gunning for the throne
Yeah that is my task

Just a youngin' with a dream
That acquired a team
Motivated by bad bitches
And rockin supreme

Now the whole world
Wonders what's his next move
That all depends on
What I feel that I need to improve

Tell me what you think of me
I swear it doesn't matter
Just as long as I am happy
And my pocket's getting fatter

Just watch me shatter the competition
Getting madder then all of them wishing
You couldn't of done it like I done it
Bitch I run it, Ah!

Yeah you know I do it
Like it ain't never been done
Hit the Vegas strip
And blow a million euro just for fun

To be honest I may have embellished
That last line
Chillin' with a shorty
That is so much more than fine

At the penthouse poppin' bottles
Of that hundred thousand dollar wine
I got the connect
Met 'em through the grape vine

[Chorus: first four lines x2]
You know what I been on
You know where I be at
Cause men lie, women lie
Numbers don't I see that? (Don't I see that?)

Catch me in a private jet
Like fuck it where the weed at?
And this flight attendant got the fattest ass
You know I need that

Now these bitches say they love me
But they're just obsessed with the image
You know what I been on
You know where I be at

[Verse 2: Logic]
Yeah, It's been a year
And everything I said would happen, has
New school style with old school bars
Like Alcatraz

Cause I ain't never
Second guess this music shit
I knew this shit
Was all I ever wanted, all I ever had

Born famous now it's just time to convince the world
Ditch cats, like drainage
If they disrespect it
Don't step through

I paint pictures for your mind
And bring it to life like cinematography
Say it then I do it
My whole career is a prophecy

Now, better grab your jacket
Cause in this world we live in it's cold out
And when my album hits the stores
It's sold out

Like these rapper's careers
I'm the sum of our fears
Fuck a grammy nominated
Bitch, I made it and I'm here

I said it's all about the fans, Not about the record sells
They said it wouldn't work, I told them go fuck themselves
Why you think I'm independent visionaries never fail
Why, Why you think I'm independent visionaries never fail

[Chorus: first four lines x2]
You know what I been on
You know where I be at
Cause men lie, women lie
Numbers don't I see that? (Don't I see that?)

Catch me in a private jet
Like fuck it where the weed at?
And this flight attendant got the fattest ass
You know I need that

Now these bitches say they love me
But they're just obsessed with the image
You know what I been on
You know where I be at

Sinatra

"You gotta realize, a lot of the time when I talk
And I'm talking extremely cocky, I'm not talking
About myself, I'm talking about the work."

You know here I be at

Logic

 

[fox69]

"On Lock"

"On Lock"


Going so you know I'm trying to get it
Eyes on the prize like I really want to hit it
Mind on my money, money on mind like a fitted
Give me the mic and you know Imma spit it
This is hot you call me Logic rising to the top just watch it
Now I'm in the rap game but this still the same
Got to grind, bring fame to my name
Wake up go to work come home write
I'd rather be rapping on stage every night
Perfecting that craft and getting it right
Solo? No I think that's tight
I've been waiting in line at the D.M.V
But now it's time that you've heard of me
Cutting lines they want to murder me
Cause I'm rising to the top quickly
I'm so ill they sick of me
Said I'm so ill they sick of me
My etiquette sick, predicate sick
So infectious I make medicine sick
I got it on lock, will never stop
Got y'all addicted like Rick is to rock
I'm ready to bang, doing my thing
Y'all Tyrone Biggums, my music the cane
Taking over the game
With each and every set
Your career is in jeopardy and I'm Alex Trebek
I'll drop a track that'll murder your whole camp for fun
I'm young Elroy, fly like a jet, son

Live with the mic I grip it
Man I dare you to try to come pick it
Always on point so you never gon' get it
Got rhymes for days the flow infinite
I, kill the club when I'm in it
Rocking the game I am cemented
I produce the real, they counterfeit it
Setting it off like Jada Pinkett
Yeah my, lyrics is hot but the flow hydrate you like liquid
If y'all hands in the vault I'll flip it
Y'all gon' need jars in the game, never sip it
Got it on lock when I walk with you shippin'
Yeah I got shoes to fill but I can fit 'em
Call me the master socks and I drill'em (drill'em)
Full Metal Jacket I kill'em (kill'em)
I'm secured like A.D.T
Y'all distracted like A.D.D
Y'all ain't touching my self esteem I hold keys like Mediene
Young thriller I'mma beat'em
Haters know I don't need'em
Cause Logic get nasty, on my Jeffrey Dahmer I eat 'em
Go back and check a second time
Be sure and frisk it
So many hot lines encrypted you probably just missed it
I flow narcissistic and keep a mirror in your booth
Even I can't believe I'm saying this shit I needed proof

 

[fox69]

"On The Low"
(feat. Kid Ink, Trinidad Jame$)

"On The Low"
(feat. Kid Ink, Trinidad Jame$)



[Hook: x2]
On the low
What's up with you ho
Bitches smokin' dro
Bet you know
Bust like forty four
When I spit that flow 'cause we go hard
Like that shit they hustle on the boulevard
Fuck your broad
Bitch I bet I could
Bitch I bet I would

[Verse 1: Logic]
Lemme get it
Lemme get it
Lemme get it right now
That's the shit I've been on
R A double T P A C K
You know we shit on
Anybody in the way all day
I'm livin' my life boy you know to the fullest
These women, they love us, they push us and pull us
Just me and my team takin' shots without bullets
Gettin' this money, you know we don't bullshit
People they love it, they know the name
I got a little change, but I'm still the same
So break it down
Break it down
The shit I'm rockin, they don't make it now
I've got haters and they talk shit
But that's okay, I've got real shit
That's heartfelt, make you feel shit
But right now it's time for that trill shit
Killers and murderers
Dealers and burglars
Round my way, they never heard of you
From that West Deer Park
Where they kill after dark but that never occur to you
Been broke, dirt broke
While my brothers was hustlin' pushin' that coke
That's the life of a G, but it wasn't for me
And for real, that's the reason I wrote

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
On the low
I be so high
Touchin' the sky
I got a wood, so fuck the world
Until I die
If you ain't know
It's Kid Ink baby
Representin' Alumni
Off three shots but, you ain't hear the gun cock
Fat ass blunt nigga, yours looks sun dried
What it do, I'm on two
Tell 'em straight up, no juice
Never goin' back to the broke old days
But I've got a room full of retro J's
Never seen these, look back at it
I see your bank and I laugh at it
Blowin' kush up, like an air mattress
One hit will leave a nigga asthmatic
And we goin' up
Ain't nobody sober
Know that molly, uncut
Eighteen and over
Got
Three chains
Two girls
Hangin' over my shoulders
Give it up in one motion
Know that money is the motive

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Trinidad James]
My time
My time is now
I cannot wait
They say that love, it comes with hate
When I made it out the streets
And then that love it turned to hate
I didn't turn up, I turned away
The time is short, no time to waste
All these niggas up in my face, they ain't my friends
All these niggas up in my face, they ain't my friends
I've got fam servin' fiends
And fiends I call my fam
If you wanna keep your bitch
Then make sure she don't cross my path
'Cause if she do, she see my shoes
She peep my swag, she get online
Check my background
Bitch you seen that cash
My only motto about that money is get more
My only motto about that money is get more

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"One"

"One"


[Frank Sinatra:]
When I was 21
It was a very good year
It was a very good year
For city girls
Who lived up the stairs
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was 21

[Logic:]
It was all a dream just a year ago
Bussin' tables and servin' food but ya'll don't hear it though
Now I'm on another level but ya'll aren't near it though
My soul bleedin' on the track, so spiritual
It's a blessing cause now rappin' is my profession yo
Set to detonate, I'm just waitin' for my time to blow
White boy at first glance but when I ryhme they know
Race don't mean a fucking thing the second that I flow
It's been a year and everything I said would happened has
While everybody that I know is out havin' a blast
I was right here in the studio bustin' my ass
It's been a year I'm 21 but I feel (35)
And now I got this
I taste the blood, no one can stop this
Second I drop this, die hard fans is finna cop this
While the rest of the world follows through fiber optics
I took my time, see I studied the game, learned how to rhyme
I was around drugs and gats, but never delved in crime
Had other things in mind, so I began to grind
First tape was a success
Locally, I got press
But I knew this one right here would run the world a mess, but I digress
A year ago, I was a young'un in his room
Staring out the window, lookin at the moon, knowing it's coming soon
But today I bought this rocket ship and sonic boom
Cause I am no longer a seed, homie, it's time to bloom

 

[fox69]

"Paradise"
(feat. Jesse Boykins III)

"Paradise"
(feat. Jesse Boykins III)



Now this that SpottieOttieDopaliscious, hella vicious
I wonder where is this, hold up
Get the fuck out my business, show enough
We roll up then load up
Just a bastard born in a wedlock
Close to the Earth like a dreadlock
Got my sites on deadlock
Visions of my enemy in a headlock
Feel like I'm livin' in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
This that food for thought, my school ain't taught me good
No one greedy inside my hood
But a tablespoon of this baking soda gon' make it good, like it should
That's ignant isn't it
Hold up now wait, take a look at my pigment
Tell me again, we can never be kin based on the color of my skin
Matter of fact your lips ain't thin
That's a club I don't wanna be in
My DNA get done integrated
My God it's innovative
That's a million miles away from administrative
I fuckin' hate it, anyway
Long ago, way back in the day in a place called West Deer Park
I was like 5, sit in my mama lap while she would drive
Police would knock on the door, I would hide
Then they would talk to me and I would lie
Hopin' I, don't die on this side of a .45
Then they would handcuff my mama and take her away
Over down on the driveway
Fast forward a couple of years and I'm bumpin' that Sade
Fast forward a couple of more and I'm bumpin' that "My Way"
By Sinatra, so high, so high, oh my, God damn
Now I'm a grown man, oh man
What the fuck done happened to the plan
I know, as soon as I write this I might just go crazy
Anything but lazy, I can't sleep
Cause if I do, there's another motherfucker wide awake on the creep
Tryna kill you and he will too
We livin' like civilized people, but far from equal
I hope I live a long life and get to see my sequel
My son, my seed
Watch 'em grown and then watch 'em lead
Let me proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all better not me fuckin' with me
Who, him? Yeah, me, I be the God MC

[Jesse Boykins III:]
Follow me to paradise
Follow, follow me
Follow me to paradise
Follow me to paradise
Follow, follow me
Follow me to paradise

I remember my life long ago in my adolescence
I could feel the presence in my residence
Hesitant even thought it was evident
I should get the fuck
I know something is wrong
Yeah, I know something is wrong
Feel like my mind gone
I know I play along, I might drown in this song
Huh, I'm so focused, huh, I know you know this
Uh, when I make a move and feel like no one notice
Uh, when I quit my job, uh, I fuckin' noticed
Shit made me been unnoticed, huh, but maybe not
Feel like this minimum wage is contagious
So outrageous my age is on my mind
Walking to work and I go blind
Sippin' on that Koolaid, gettin' big wig money, that's toupée
Look around and see people with no class, like snow on a school day
Y'all can't do what I do, do what I do
Starin' out this window like, like Erykah Badu
Livin' life how I do is crazy
This shit never amaze me
But I still let it phase me and I don't know why
All I know is my mind racing
A million miles a minute, the second I'm in it yeah I be pacing
Bitch I'm back again
Been here since way back when, now let that shit begin

This album 2 but this song was written before the first
My mind racing, I'm sick of pacing, I feel the thirst
Of those around me that down me and pray on my demise
But it only makes it that much better when I rise

This for the people that been through it and couldn't do it
Had a vision but blew it, while haters screaming "I knew it!"
This is real, so real
The type of shit that make you feel like you gotta kill
Most of these people will never hit fruition
Paying tuition when they should've just listened their intuition
Now they wishing they was switching up their lifestyle
All alone with no one to dial
I'm just a man, I got problems, understand
This is all I ever wanted, yes I do it for the fans
And I ain't perfect
I've questioned if this life was even worth it
Cause all the people care about is what lies on the surface
And my purpose is to do it like it ain't never been done
Always keep it real and remember where I'm from, now

This album 2 but this song was written before the first
My mind racing, I'm sick of pacing, I feel the thirst
Of those around me that down me and pray on my demise
But it only makes it that much better when I rise

 

[fox69]

"Prime"

"Prime"


(Hey) The mental state of a lyricist in his prime
Spittin' rhyme, thought from the mind
Poetic rhetoric that rhyme
We punch lines that leave you conflicted, and hit rewind
Every time I spit an I'll line the worlds mine

Fuck a Matana
Quit it the second I'm out the vagina
Won't even call her mañana
Sike

Lyrical Unibomber
I'm a I'm a allergic to drama
Mentality of a felon
Rebellin' elevate
While you repellin'
Only hate because I'm sellin'
Who you tellin'?

See I was on that raw shit
While you was on that naw shit
The people "they gonna toss it"
When that all they endorse it

I just waited for my time to shine, I never forced it
Strategically planned it like Peyton Mannin' way before shit was even real

I remember nights as a child with my momma, hungry
But my hunger for this music is on another level
This shit will truly have you contemplatin' deals with the devil
But homie I'm a king not a pawn I never settle
Cause this joint within my mind
Is so fine I can bend metal

Yeah, In high school I wasn't worried about them A's and B's
I was trying to make the flow unkillable to obtain these Gs
Murder syllables, yes I aim to please, so much ice they call me Mr. Freeze
Sike
All up under your girls skirt as if I was the breeze
Flow celsius I surpass degrees
Homie, please
And now I'm feelin' like I'm number 1
Cause nobody made it in the game out of where I'm coming from
Can you feel me?

Me and my team devised a scheme to get the cream
Followin' dreams, livin' our lives like movie scenes
It started as a team, sippin' liquor, smoking' green
For music I was a fiend, my homies know what I mean

Ha, Lethal projectiles aimed at reptiles
Best get your money in order fore' you get checked now

(Yeah) The beats my bitch, the mic's my mistress
Fiance flowin' I engage, don't miss this now
Hop on the track, you know I kill it to death
Fuckin' with Logic, it's inevitable that I will result in your imminent death
Now hit rewind and take a breath, Homie ain't nothin' left
I'm Gregory House and this game is testin' my patients
Been on the low like freemasons
Livin' amazing, if your shit is hot my shit is cajun
Divine white wine flowin', yes you know it's aging
You got sixteens? Ha, I got mathematical equations

 

[fox69]

"Randolph Returns (Skit)"

"Randolph Returns (Skit)"


[Dial]

[Phone ringing]

[Vanessa:]
Visionary Music Group, this is Vanessa speaking. How can I help you?

[Marty Randolph:]
Hi, uh, I was just wondering, is Chris Zarou available right now?

[Vanessa:]
Oh, I'm sorry. Chris is in a meeting with Barry White at the moment. Can I take a message?

[Marty Randolph:]
Oh, no, no, that's alright. Um, is Logic there?

[Vanessa:]
No. Logic isn't here.

[Marty Randolph:]
Oh, um... well, do you think, by chance, I could have his phone number, please?

[Vanessa:]
His phone number?

[Marty Randolph:]
Uh, yeah... well, I-I already had his number. It's not like that. I just... misplaced it...

[Vanessa:]
Who is this?

[Marty Randolph:]
Oh, um... My name's Marty, Marty Randolph.

[Vanessa:]
You can leave a message if you'd like.

[Marty Randolph:]
Yeah, I'm just gonna be one hundred percent honest with you... um, I need his number. Can you just give me Logic's number? Please? Please? Can you just gimme, gimme, gimme...

[Vanessa:]
I'm sorry. I'm not aloud to divulge that information.

[Marty Randolph:]
No, what you don't understand, it's- it's's not like you're divulging informa- I already had it. It's just... I need you to just open up your little black book and- and- Jesus Christ! C'mon!

[Vanessa:]
Well, Mr. Randolph, there's nothing more I can do for you.

[Marty Randolph:]
Alright, bitch, you're gonna give me that fucking number right now! You're gonna loo- on your computer or book or whatever the hell you're looking at right now, and you're gonna give me his goddamn number, because he was supposed to sign with me, not Visionary and go do awesome things with Def Jam! What the fuck is that shit?

[Vanessa:]
If you keep speaking to me like that, Marty, I'm gonna have to hang up on you.

[Marty Randolph:]
Oh yeah! Yeah, you're gonna hang up on me? You're gonna hang up on Marty Randolph? I da- no, I double-dog fucking dare ya', you slut! Now, gimme the number!

[Vanessa:]
Visionary doesn't pay me enough money to deal with this shit!

[Marty Randolph:]
Yeah? That's cause Visionary ain't shit! And you're not shit! And fucking Logic isn't shit! And I was supposed to have him first! He was supposed to sign his soul! Sell out! Just give me the number! Fuck!

[Vanessa:]
Fuck you, and have a good day! (Hangs up phone)

[Marty Randolph:]
... Hello? Eh- Have a good day.

 

[fox69]

"RapMan"

"RapMan"


Meanwhile, back at the rapcave!
Jumping Gee willickers rapman you're never gonna believe it!
What seems to be the problem my raptastic companion?
I just found out there's a bunch of wack ass, no talent having, swear they can
Rap, 40-something, shoulda got a job, still living with their parents, so wack they
Couldn't even get the whole 15 minutes of fame, only got 2 minutes perpetrating bitch ass
Motherfuckers out there on the scene trying to make music!
Oh my god! (I know!)
Rapman will not stand for this! (Go Get 'Em!)
To the booth!

Now let me hop up in the rap mobile, get so much pussy in the back they should call it the cat-mobile
Everybody's worried about a deal, but I keep it real
Fucking around and I hit you in the crown with a inevitable sound that's spreading through your town
Hold up! Gee willickers rapman I don't think they comprehend or can begin to even understand
We don't fight crime, we fight whack rhymes, one song at a time, line after line
Hold up! Motherfucker I'm bout to roll up, pull out the hamma on a bamma leave em tore up (oh my god!)
Yea you talk, but can you walk, lets see you put the dough up (Cha-Ching!)
Rhymes I throw up, a little nasty bastard, people hating on a brother just cause I mastered the flow
Like Jedi, bet I, murder it before you heard of it, bitches I'm murking it
Go berzerk in the club while honeys twerkin it
Haters talking shit where they ain't no time for this, you know I'm bombing this, the flow is ominous
Second I'm rhyming this, sound like a dominous (Ching!)
All the people that was hatin' in the beginning, know that I'm winning, let me slip through your fingers
And now your spinning, you can check the Polaroid pictures cuz bitches I'm grinning I got it
Treat the game like a honey, I had to get inside it
Visionary of logic, is like two planets collided
I'm a lyrical miracle, matter fact a paradox
On stage while my DJ scratching like chicken pox
Never put me in your box, if your shit eats tapes
I'm not biting, only quoting one of the greats, now
The radio got me feeling disgusted, punch you in the snotbox til your brain concussed it
Women they lust it, when they guts get busted, rip it up and thrust it I'm the best trust it

OH MY GOD! Rapman What have you done!?
Why, whatever do you mean rapboy?
Not only did you kill all the whack rappers, but my favorite ones as well what were you thinking!
Well I just had to show these motherfuckers who's in charge
What by obliterating them?
Well how else was I supposed to let them know who's really running shit around here
No, no, you're out of control, your drunk with power!

Yo, let me get it, you know that I did it, my flow is outta this world, like the alien that spit acidic
Middle finger to the critics and as fresh as a fitted, soon as a bet, get the honeys wet never upset
When I catch wreck, like Bobba Fett down to collect, doesn't even register that I ain't taken a breath yet?
Oh my God! Oh My God! West Deer Park done raised the rap God
Maryland I'm reppin it, dare ya to step in it
None others iller for realer the killer slash drug dealer
I get bitches erotic by slinging dick like a narcotic, you want it I brought it, hit the club and get the
Party started, yea
The flows never ending, always ascending, while apprehending anybody who's partially comprehending
Feeling limitless, quickly swallow the pill and enhance
With the killer stance, swallow the mic like a neverland
All up in yo bitche's pants, the second we dance I advance, at first glance go together like lettuce and ranch
A born winner, schooling MC's like Principal Skinner
How I murder a kill-able syllable's are no beginner
Feeling high style running through your stomach like hot bowel
I'm the only human being'll perfectly rap this
So I'm coming for ya head like john the baptist is this
This is the rapture, no camera can capture
Annihilating anybody that's violating by hating
I spit hotter than Satan, when he was migrating from heaven to hell
Step to the mic and I shall prevail
Finna blow your whole mind soon as time avail, what