Logic - 95 Tip

Song Rating: 7.50/10

Song lyrics:

This right here, homie
This that first take sh**, you know what Im saying? For my real heads
All my real hip hop motherf**ers, they know theyre Roots sh**, you know what I mean?
So we gon get it like this
Let that beat drop, Psychological

[Verse 1]
I spit fifties and sh** hundreds
Do sh** thats undid
Spontaneously combust in these b**hes 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
Im never depressed
I keep feelings suppressed
One of the best but need to listen if Imma progress
Im ready to live, Im ready to die, Im ready to ride for rap
I said it on a record, now I cant take it back
Stop, I shut it down like a bloodclot
Smoke MCs, like a f**in bumbaclot
Mic check, I come to catch wreck
d**h before dishonor so Im coming for your neck
I pop MCs like Hymens
Yall gla** posing in studs but Im a diamond
Now recon, you need to listen
Im never dissin
Unless your sh** is wack, Ill beat you into submission
Catch me fishin
Cause Im eating for a lifetime
Wisdom in my mind
Im a star watch me shine
f**ing your b**h from behind
Record it and hit rewind
Im 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 a** motherf**er

(Psychological) Yeah, no want no more
f** it, ayo

[Verse 2]
Said this is mathematic tactics
Murder this rap sh**
Intravenously inject my prophylactics
Inhale my words like a fresh batch of Vicks
Similar to black ice cause the flow so slick
Whats 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)
Thats all you sayin but Im sprayin and I cant get enough
Raw, rugged and rough
My alter ego, Mr. Tough
Ill call your bluff
Face to face never snuff
I murder you with predicate poetic balletic sh**
No mercy cause if I grip the mic they might curse me
Da Vinci flow
Then I grip the mic Im in control
Before I manifested tendons I was rhyming as a embryo
Living in vertigo
Half of these f**ers dont know

Yeah, all day
Drop tracks like that
All nuts in
Maryland stand up, thats it
Im out, peace, one love
f** if you doubt me

(You are watching a master at work)
Dawg, Dawg, Would you care for a gla** of grape juice?
n***a, what the f** is juice?
I want some grape drink, baby

Date of text publication: 18.01.2021 at 05:17