~Here's Logic bitch~
~You have interfered with our affairs for the last time~
~whoever did this is a real pro~
I spit fifties and shit hundreds
Do shit that sun did spontaneously combust
In these bitches guts
I get 'em what no need to touch
But they back like dust
Keep 'em close like the toast i crunch
Never the less, i'm never depressed,
I keep feeling supressed
One of the best but need to listen if imma progress
I'm ready to live, i'm ready to die, I'm ready to ride for rap
I said it on the record, now i can't take it back
Stop, i shut it down like a bloodclot
Smoke MC's, like a fuckin' bumbaclat
Mic, Check, i come to catch wreck
Deaf before the sinus so i'm comin' for yo' neck ah
Pop, MC's like commons
Y'all glass posin' in 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 fishing, 'cause i'm eating for a lifetime
Wisdom in my mind, I'm a star watch me shine
Fuckin' yo bitch from behind, record it and hit rewind
I'm nasty, construct rhymes like rhinoplasty
A hip hop statue, rhymes comin' atchu god bless you
When i keep wisdom i'd never stress you, and test you
Unless you a dumb motherfucker
*Ight, we gon' get into it like this*
And this is mathematic tactics murder this rap shit
Intravenously inject my prophylactics
Inhale my words like a fresh batch of vicks
Sailin' on the black ice 'cus the flow so sick
Wasup, rappers hear the rhyme and slit they wrists up
Do a whole lot of talkin, no rappin' like fistdacuffs
Oh, yeah, turn my headphones up
That's all you sayin' but i'm sprayin' and i can't get enough
Raw, ruggid, and rough, my alter ego mr.tough
I call your bluff, face to face never snuff
I murder you and predicate poetic, or letter shit
No mercy, 'cause if i grip the mic they might curse me
Da-vinci flow, 'fore i grip the mic i'll make 'em choke
For a manifested tendants i was rhymin' as an embrio
Livin' in vertigo, half of these fuckers don't know
It's Logic, i said it's Logic
Send "Backpack" Ringtone to your Cell 
~You have interfered with our affairs for the last time~
~whoever did this is a real pro~
I spit fifties and shit hundreds
Do shit that sun did spontaneously combust
In these bitches guts
I get 'em what no need to touch
But they back like dust
Keep 'em close like the toast i crunch
Never the less, i'm never depressed,
I keep feeling supressed
One of the best but need to listen if imma progress
I'm ready to live, i'm ready to die, I'm ready to ride for rap
I said it on the record, now i can't take it back
Stop, i shut it down like a bloodclot
Smoke MC's, like a fuckin' bumbaclat
Mic, Check, i come to catch wreck
Deaf before the sinus so i'm comin' for yo' neck ah
Pop, MC's like commons
Y'all glass posin' in 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 fishing, 'cause i'm eating for a lifetime
Wisdom in my mind, I'm a star watch me shine
Fuckin' yo bitch from behind, record it and hit rewind
I'm nasty, construct rhymes like rhinoplasty
A hip hop statue, rhymes comin' atchu god bless you
When i keep wisdom i'd never stress you, and test you
Unless you a dumb motherfucker
*Ight, we gon' get into it like this*
And this is mathematic tactics murder this rap shit
Intravenously inject my prophylactics
Inhale my words like a fresh batch of vicks
Sailin' on the black ice 'cus the flow so sick
Wasup, rappers hear the rhyme and slit they wrists up
Do a whole lot of talkin, no rappin' like fistdacuffs
Oh, yeah, turn my headphones up
That's all you sayin' but i'm sprayin' and i can't get enough
Raw, ruggid, and rough, my alter ego mr.tough
I call your bluff, face to face never snuff
I murder you and predicate poetic, or letter shit
No mercy, 'cause if i grip the mic they might curse me
Da-vinci flow, 'fore i grip the mic i'll make 'em choke
For a manifested tendants i was rhymin' as an embrio
Livin' in vertigo, half of these fuckers don't know
It's Logic, i said it's Logic
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