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Live On The Air

Logic

Young Sinatra

38

Rap

Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1: Logic] Ayo, I'm living abroad like the baddest bitch you've ever seen Ain't about that hybrid shit but I'm all about the green Making so many moves I need a dose of Dramamine For rap I'm a fiend, come and test my team I school MC's cause I'm the motherfucking dean My cerebral cortex force, my trigger finger reflex To bust Tecs like raw sex, ain't no tellin' what's next I sling mixtapes like crack rocks Watch snow bunnies chillin' in the backdrop, discussin' how the track rocks Goddamn, I'm a miraculous man And if I wasn't Logic, I'd be his number one fan Beware I'm spittin' fire cause the world is in dire need of an MC to admire And set the bar higher So I conspire, within my mind just had a friar The rap Messiah, fresh to death so peep the attire Feelin' like B Rabbit when he slaughtered the Lotto Get money, fuck bitches, and respect women is the motto You say potato, I say potato You call 'em rappers but all I see is comedians My future's lookin' XXL, they shit is medium Call me Bobby Kennedy the way I fuck with Marilyn MCs approach, take notes, and then I bury them I'm out of this world, my studio's the planetarium The way I flow, this shit is slicker than butter The second I utter lyricism that leave all the rest in the gutter I thought I told ya'll I'm the best, d-d-did I stutter? I'll hit your mom in the head with a car bomb just to blow her mind like Vietnam Had a myspace account but my only friend was Tom When I eat pussy I pretend that I'm speaking in Islam Psych, It's a joke I swear that I'm not racist To be honest I'll murder you no matter what color your face is Punch you in the face if I catch you slippin' in braces You want beef? I'll choke you to death with your own shoelaces Psych, I swear I'm not a violent guy Once upon time I brought a Super Soaker to a drive-by Full of Kool-Aid and warm piss My buzz is growing every day and when the swarm hits Million dollar trips, sex at the Ritz So rich I'll make bitches show Charlie Murphy their tits Blow the competition to bits, leavin' the enemy lit But I'm out cause there's women to please and money to get It's Logic
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