February 2007

By Logic

On The Lost Tapes

Released on June 17, 2026

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[Verse 1: Logic]

I grab a mic to diss you, you soft like brain tissue

I'm the danger in the chamber, but they notice and let it dismiss you

This a hare race, move at a snail's pace

My shit is failsafe like mugger's mace

GPS the trace

Got you hooked like my flow is laced

Quick to inhale, hardcore like stones generated from fish scales

Crackheads getting their rocks off like Chippendales

I see deep like a snake bite

But I'm far from that, a psychological shapeshifter

Flowing off the rip, the lyrical inkblot depicter

My flow is getting sick, it'll knock your lights out

And you ain't even causing mine to flicker

I love spitting off the top, killing two birds with one stone

Like a single sock from a concealed Glock forcing two to drop

A metaphorical warlock rising to the top


[Refrain: AZ]

We were beginners in the hood, and my mentality is

Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (Keep it real)

We were beginners in the hood, and my mentality is

Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (Keep it real)

We were beginners in the hood, and my mentality is

Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (Keep it real)

We were beginners in the hood, and my mentality is

Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (Keep it real)


[Verse 2: Logic]

[?] coming at ya

I withhold golden stature of a hardcore rapper

Memorize The Art of War to viciously attack ya, strategic tactics

Playing chess for hours, deciphering the knight's mathematics

Spin you like automatics, blinded by the light

Get deafened the statics, split your spine like acrobatics

Blow your mind like C4 bricks

Hardcore like porn flicks

Rippin' it ritualistically like Catholics

Burn in the infirmary like candle wicks

Carving deep into your soul like candle sticks

I spill the breath from your chest like medulla oblongata

Forcing you to drop dead like Godfather

If you stepping to me, then you know that you best be walking proper

I leave your heart stopper, jaw dropper

Never walk up with your chin up like can't nobody stop ya

I guarantee somebody will flop ya

I did, now your bitches call me Lord Poppa

Fuck a show, I'm a motion picture stopper

One minute you a phenomenon, the next the world forgot ya

Too bad you took my bait too late 'cause I done got ya

Me and the mic is tight like a brain and the spinal cord

You ever heard the saying "When it rains, it pours"

Well, I'm flowin' fire water like phoenix wings that soar

I'm jumping out of windows while you walking through doors

Put my ear to a bullet shell and hear the ocean's murderous roar

Come 'round like super sonic, flowing Kryptonic

My art is martial like law, flowing so raw

Faded memories of blood the wall

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[Refrain: AZ]

We were beginners in the hood, and my mentality is

Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (Keep it real)

We were beginners in the hood, and my mentality is

Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (Keep it real)

We were beginners in the hood, and my mentality is

Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (Keep it real)

We were beginners in the hood, and my mentality is

Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (Keep it real)


[Verse 3: Logic]

I shall succeed in my profession, no second guessing

Make money murdering mics and die a living legend

Who you protesting? Die a thousand deaths and still won't learn your lesson

A henchmen, this is the life in which you've been destined

A low life fool, suicidal like Smith & Wesson

I wake up everyday, eyesight set

Yet I'm only seventeen and I ain't made it yet

Too many times have I heard "Give it a couple years"

Y'all waking up without a deal, and too is what I fear

This shawty on my arm, she's telling me I'ma make it

She's sure as hell, so you know I got's to take it

It's not a matter of confidence 'cause I got all that

It's the understanding and knowledge of when to attack

'Cause too many slimy motherfuckers tell you they got your back

I play shows, and afterwards just wanna contemplate

Smoke a jack out back alone, and rest my mental state

But here they come, talking and they ready to negotiate

Here they come, talking and they ready to negotiate