Logic

[Jeru the Damaja] I shine the, farther light to liberate poor blacks Some people lying to themselves, I deal in actual facts Press too hard and you will get smacked, this more than just talk I procede to produce beats, knock your tooth loose Seeing is believing, dog, here's the proof I chef this up in the lab and I make shit soundable Back up against the wall, and still fighting When I thought it was no rhymes left to write, I kept writing Saw my brothers in South Africa, they we inspiring And if at first you don't succede, then keep trying World tours, keep me counting my blessings Snakes in my circumference, help me learn from life lessons Had to analyze the wire, just his greatest question And even when you think a brother's down, I'm steadily pressing Keep banging out those studio session And when they think they know my next move, I keep 'em quessing It's only logical *Logical* - scratched up [Jeru the Damaja] Explosive verses blow ya mind like a terrorist Bust a verbal shot in the crowd, the pro activist Used to smoke that ganja but it left me listless This is off the subject, but rhyme too hard, you just might break ya neck Don't know what's popping, dog, I'm still in effect And the moves that I make, help me finance my own project The road gets rough but I'm still climbing And, even on the cloudiest days, I'm still shining Like cole one day can become a precious diamond The pressures of the world, refine the souls of some men Others let they being, become filled with hate And they take it to the grave of the pen, my ball point right Trying to decipher, realize from the truth Everybody claim they got the proof Everybody claim they got the juice Everybody know the formula, but if you follow Will you win or lose? It's only logical *Logical* - scratched up [Jeru the Damaja] The jewels I drop, hit like dope in ya fiends Although it's dope, it's not the dope you smoke like crack cocaine Still my product can drive you insane And on that same note, I flip the mic like drugs The games like fiends that cutthroat Knowledge Wisdom Understanding is the gun that I tote When the waters get stormy I'm sure to stay afloat Is this brother for real, the answer is True Indeed I move a mountain with a must concede You do the research, smack a sucka with the truth Because we know the truth hurts And you can talk all you want, but you judge by ya words Not exploiting no freaks, but I'm constantly pimping The system, making a killing like O.J. Simpson All that gangsta talking rap to me is quite comical Real recognize real, dog, it's only logical