[Intro]

What up, what up!?

Yeah, yeah!

Hehehe

It’s that concrete shit, you know what I’m saying? You’ll be like yeahhh, you know what I’m saying?

Word up

[Verse 1]

Ayo I think about the rap game

And Hip-Hop's life state

It makes my blood pressure rise like Maryland's crime rate

Rip through the city like the sense, of false virility

From cats that clutch gats and lock down the vicinity

A lyrical entity, that hold it down and never pretend to be

Something I'm not, like crush rocks and bust Glock shots

But I've seen it, to the level where I began to fiend it

And now life is beckoned into reality, no need to dream it

I, Step to the mic and rock heads like Mount Rushmore

Raid the spot like cops catchin' a dealer tryna flush more

Down the drain, liquor down the hash to drown the pain

I surpass; sustain, solidified within its game

The king is dead, long live the king now watch me reign

Spit fire that I obtain from leavin' the dragon slain

My name is logic but you may know me as young sinatra

The cat that brought ya

If I may say the illest of verses

Not yet classics but that will come as time disperses

Back in the 90's I was just a badass kid

Thank god for sparin' my life and dogin' a bid

West Deer Park after dark I rep to the death

Gaithersburg high blastin music til I go deaf

Ninth grade on the constant pursuit just to get laid

Til' I finally got some pussy now I'm trynna to get paid

Sold a lil bit something slight like nickels and dimes

But I ain't make enough, said fuck it and stuck to the rhymes

As for my home situation, that shit was hard times

Came up on my own blocked out the bad went into a zone

Acknowledged what it was but never let it consume my chromosomes

On the phone at like sixteen with a lil hispanic hottie

Body like a ducati the type to get naughty

Now I’m twenty-one, older and wiser but I ain’t perfect

Specially when that dark shit deep down hit the surface

And ignite the art, maintain speed rip it apart

Fuck a punchline this the shit you feel in your heart

A young black man camouflaged in the skin of another

When I converse with white folk, I feel like I’m undercover

Just a brother, tryna make it in America

I need a window seat somebody call Erykah

Bars like this, cause mass hysteria

Spread like malaria and quarintine your area

I squeeze at you emcees til you weese and bury ya

Alive, like Beatrix Kiddo that’s a Kill Bill

Shit now run it back and relive the riddle

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