[Intro: Logic, Unknown & Se7enth Assassin]
Bobby?
Yeah, wassup
Chillin', I'm just chillin' with your brother
Oh, let me talk to him, right quick
Aight, nigga
Hello?
Yeah, wassup
What you, what you back right now?
Nah, I'm in Virginia, these mothafuckin' phones is mothafuckin' bullshit
Haha
I was gonna call you 'for I'm 'bout to come
[?]
Aight, then handle it
Aight [?}
Peace
[Chuck D]
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven seven seven, nine
[Verse 1: Logic]
Uh, Now
I spit fifties and shit hundreds
Do shit that's undid
Spontaneously combust in these bitches guts
I get 'em wet, no need to touch
Break they back like dutch
Keep em close like the toast I clutch
NeverthelŠµss, I'm never deprŠµssed, I keep feelin' suppressed
One of the best, but need to listen if I'mma 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 blood clot
Smoke MCs, like a fuckin' bumbaclot
Mic check, I've come to catch wreck
Death before dishonor, so I'm comin' for your neck
I pop MCs like hymens
Y'all glass posin' as studs, but I'm a diamond
[Chorus: Samples & Se7enth Assassin]
It's about the lyrics, lyrics (Yeah, yeah)
Who you callin a bitch?
You (Yeah, yeah)
It's about the lyrics, lyrics (Yeah, yeah)
Turn my headphones up (Yeah, yeah)
Seven (Yeah, yeah)
It's about the lyrics, lyrics (Yeah, yeah)
Who you callin a bitch? (Yeah, yeah)
You (Yeah, yeah)
It's about the lyrics, lyrics (Yeah, yeah)
Turn my headphones up (Yeah, yeah)
{Verse 2: Se7enth Assassin & Logic]
Yo, hurry up Se7en Man! Ha, jump on the beat
Undecided decisions and the collisions
Unclear visions across, and this force of my team to end certain decisions
Tracks, we regulated
You can't because every time you attempt you hesitated
Waited, for the next man to take the step
Break ya neck, you already know
Keep it wet, like the Nile
Or better yet, you chickens
Legs are in between
Yes sir, reppin' the high weapon
Ninja like force kickin'
Cross the line and then you get your ass whipped in a hot millisecond
Reppin' the MC, or, no, better yet we
Sir7
[Verse 3: Logic & Se7enth Assassin]
So I wake up, hop up out the bed to get my cake up
Married to the game, guarantee we'll never break up
Walk a straight path like a young brother shape up (ayo!)
Wow
Listen up, yo, yo, check it
See, I said I never stunt
Cats that front get fucked like cunts for munch
These lyrics, rhymes you can feel through your spirit
Test me, put you on blast like Pesci
Here I go, DiNero flow, you know
A goodfella, Gambino type
Young man, on the road, gotta keep his mind right
Out of sight, like my last name Clooney
I roll solo, but y'all just goonies
Haters like general tso's, y'all run through me
Psycho play shows and hunnies run to me
Yo, yo, rip it up right quick
Today's hip-hop teams are schemes
Quick to beam a one hit trick just to temporarily be deemed in mainstream
[Chorus: Samples, Se7enth Assassin, & Logic]
It's about the lyrics, lyrics (Yeah, yeah)
Who you callin a bitch?
You (Yeah, yeah)
It's about the lyrics, lyrics (Yeah, yeah)
Turn my headphones up (Yeah, yeah)
Seven (Yeah, yeah)
It's about the lyrics, lyrics (Yeah, yeah)
Who you callin a bitch? (Yeah, yeah)
You (Yeah, yeah)
It's about the lyrics, lyrics (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, listen, listen (Yeah, yeah)
Turn my headphones up (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 4: Logic]
Now it's S-I-R-Seven
Ain't no contest, and contendant to murder any fucker on the mic, check it
Yeah, aight, aight, forget all that, I'm changin' with the times
My mind realign to rewind to the basics
I never flip the script on some fake shit
An archeologist that reminisce on the fossils of gods
Never camouflage, stand out and take charge
Assault you with a battery manufactured by Durcaell
Repel to the pits of Hell to spit fire well
It's meant to be, eventually, the best MC
R-E-Double-P-I-N-G MD
Sick with this lyrical telekinesis, rip 'em to pieces
My thesis, these motherfuckers is nothin' but feces
Grippin' the mic until my fingers is cold
Withdrawl from the pen is forcin' me to have a psychiatric episode
With no reruns, I'm changin' like the seasons
Hah, oh my god, let me pass this
[Verse 5: Se7enth Assassin & Logic]
These salt and peppers suckers, I'm steadily shakin'
Cowards constantly crossin', so I'm just focused on buildin' my bacon
Spit caviar, my classy flows [better?] than half of y'all
That's protocol, inside of the cypher where the realest ball
Short or tall, it doesn't matter we all ready to brawl
Grapple the direction to where your career is beamin'
Quickly shot then killed off like masturbated semen
Yo, ashes to ashes, we all fall down
Nuclear warfare what I bring with this sound
If you down, give me a pound to go round for round
And when the track's done, guarantee it's profound
Nothin' but gritty is what we give the needy
But you won't hear it because the airwaves are just too greedy
Raw, rugged, and righteous, rap's all of the above
Even if you ain't a hip-hop head, I know you showin' love
I reckon, you need to listen
I'm never dissin'
If your shit is wack, I'll put you into submission
Catch me fishin, 'cause I'm eatin' for a lifetime
Wisdom in my mind, I'm a star watch me shine
Fuckin' your bitch from behind, record it and hit rewind
I'm nasty, construct rhymes like rhinoplasty
A hip-hop statue, comin' at you, bless you
When I kick wisdom, it never stress you or test you
Unless you a dumbass motherfucker, yo
[Outro: Logic & Se7enth Assassin]
Some what?
Say some somethin'
Say some somethin?
You motherfuckers better be on some... grateful
Wha?
Because god made us so you can listen, enjoy
Yeah!