Hi Logic...

By Asa Jake

Released on February 25, 2021

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[Beat 1: Warm It Up]

COVID deniers and anti-vaxxers get shot

I’m the pro-vaxx protagonist

Toe-taggin' 'em and nabbin' their spot

Blowin' the Mac

Schrödinger's Cat

You cats in a box

When toys pop, kids get scared

That’s Jack in a box

They attempting now to

Discredit but never can do it

My pen is just too stupendous

And venerable

It just accentuates the negative energy embedded in you

I’m lyrical miracle? Cool

Still better than you

Get smoked like indica

When I’m in the cut

And I’m cuttin' up

Anyone

Put in thе dust

Plus miniature

Motherfuckers gеttin crushed

I'ma hit em up

Eminem is shook

It is ignominious

If you chuds wanna war with us

I’ll tell you like I do when I put the heat to their ribs

I’m warmin' up

[Beat 2: Midnight]

Oh and for the record

The game been downright left up to me

I've been forced to wreck it

I uplift with what I write down for these records

I up their ante

You anti-up

Going down cuz you on the right and I'm for the leftists

I'm more progressive

It’s set in stone

Stiff em with each letter scrawled

Flow fit to the beat; metronome

Dope is in my jeans; dealers clothes

Quotes fit for the fiends

Sellin' coke

So shit that I ink sniffable

Professing my vehemence for

The gift of rap

And I’m rippin' rappers like unwrapping a gift that’s wrapped

It’s a wrap

I never need a better half

You can bet I’m half bitter, half better having had been bent in half

Half you rappers will get bit in half

Even when I’m in bed and half asleep

Bet on that

[Beat 3: Flexicution]

Saying that I rap fast just to rap fast

But fast rap is the craft that my ass had

Tried to master in the back of the math class

And I have tracks from the past that can back that

That’s Flexicution

Yeah

I’m on my extra cool shit

You on your beta

Sat in the car exacting a retribution

I’m blowing up your spot

Roll up on your block

I got a propensity to go over the top

Word up; my words over your head

But to fit the scheme, I’ll say they go over your top

I swore to God

Me and bars go together more than Milo Yiannopoulos’ posts on 4Chan /pol/ with swastikas on the top

And a load of cock

That’s not homophobic dawg

But since he self-loathing, I though I’d mention it

Hold that thought

I’m bout to think of a gun

Oh I got it

Now hold that thought

And point it up at your dome, get shot

Like oh my god

Point at a semi-auto at Demi Lovato

She getting shot like a video vlog

I’m finna be boggling

Their mind

Whenever thinking of hawking

Venom in em

And I go

And somebody better gimme a bottle

Of Henny, Moscato, Remy

I could spar with Remy Ma

Or any mini-me

Enemies ain’t really colossal

It’s like you told me 'bout a movie you saw was the shit

'Cause I’ma be pissed if you don’t give me the title

Oh yeah

Y’all be mentioning your dough

Yeah

I forgot to mention that I don’t care

When I’m with friends we all be jovial

We put on a record by and yo' peers

And we all start grinning cuz it’s so hilarious

You the laughing crying emoji

Homie

All I meant is that you joke tier

[Beat 4: Gang Related]

Get choked, yeah

You are not gonna breathe again

Your heart is not gonna beat again

When I get a beat again

I gotta chop it and eat it

And I’m gonna feed it to all of the people wantin' to feast

They all callin' me genius

'Cause I’m better

And I’m battering the bitter

Bet I beat em

Inevitably you will never compete

With the better competitor

We gonna ether pretenders

Eminently wreckin' a beat

Reckon I’ll be beheadin' anybody getting a feature

Evidently

Repping the Fleece bruh

People saying I throw sneak disses

Fuck that these ain’t meek disses

I’m screaming it

Fuck Tom Macdonald

Hope he sees it

So he can diss me

And I can kill him when I remix it

Cuz I’ll rock any beat or crowd

You wantin' to beef

I’m gonna seek you out

Jump out of my seat

Hop through your screen

Then I’ll be

In your proximity approximately right now

[Beat 5: Till The End]

To anyone at the top

Better seize your crown

I'm bout to knock it off

But I ain’t ceasing now

Wanna battle with Asa?

You glance at my face and then see a frown; you can see I’m down

Some people doubt

But peep it out

This goes out to the people who peep whatever he put out

The output is heat, why would he put out

All of this heat put out?

You put people down

My people down for me

And by down I mean down to beat you down for me

You cowardly

Come see me now

Be there or be square

You won’t be around

I’ll be there

Prepared

When you rappin’ nobody cares

We be falling asleep, yeah

It’s really eerily

Hella similar to Helen Keller

It ain’t nothin to see here

Seems fairly

Accurate to describe

My reaction to patterns that you would write

You have a fraction of a fraction of a chance to get at me?

That’s a patently stupid lie

If you had any chance to get at me

You’d happily rap to me

Then I’d get to clapping and you would die

And I’d beautify the casket in which you would lay

Getting at me that’d be suicide

You don’t get it

You guys not hip-hop

I’m hip-hop

Like Diabolic

But I’m not hip

Like Coast

Nah I’m off it

For spittin' bars I’m a fit

If guys talkin'

Top 10 artists lists

I’m offended if I’m off it

'Cause I blew your mind with this Hi Logic

Too blown to think

That high logic

Asa