[Intro: Logic & IamJMARS]

As you can see, I am proficient in the art of taking

Your taking is no match for my KickStyle

En garde, come at me with everything you have

Prepare yourself

Hahaha, this that real hip-hop shit

Maryland state of mind whenever we rhyme

Ayo, JMARS, set it the fuck off, homie (Vinyl Days, yeah)

[Verse 1: IamJMARS & Logic]

Come the applause, thank you

I love that you feelin' it's like withdraws

Aim to do more than just please, more like to ease

Painful everyday like them, our people been strugglin' to wait through

I'll deliver, piece on the platter to the hateful

See me shine in they face and then they somethin' less-so grateful

To be alive before it's off the table

Like Etern' Assassin, like it's Cable and Kane

So to take this shit in the vein or you gon' meet that fable

I got time to kill any more of you, if you got too much pride anneal

Before I don 'em, I'll make it humble, but darker than Satan, hol' up

Please don't think no part of this language is anger for you of hell

Probably say that I'm just poppin' off

Out the mouth I say, of course, as I reshape the earth like I was God

Spit what's real, I couldn't pass facade

Shop out my seal, since I was a mass informant

Inside my mother's abdomen, uh

Grip by forces when my ass was born

Stubborn, his ass is a song, 'til they told my shoulder

At a psychic, guess this why I'm outta pocket more

My birthin' doctors was bad as healin' as Aquaphor

That still ain't stop me

Might turn your shoppers if Tory handles sorts

I swing at these beats, I'm eatin' sashimi that I can muscle, really

I do humbly receive, this melody

The ten eleven sentence can be with my cutlery, uh

[Interlude: Logic & Big Lenbo]

RattPack, shit, motherfucker, y'all know what's up (Uh)

It's Vinyl Days, JMARS (Yeah)

Logic, Big Lenbo, the motherfuckin' veteran, set it off (Uh, uh)

[Verse 2: Big Lenbo]

It's Leon the Teflon, vagabond

Microphone madness, one step beyond

Turn around and look at that gate we've been on

RattPack, nigga, now we never switch form

And I'm right back, nigga, like I've never been gone

Fuck calm, ring the alarm like tennis arm

When I grab the mic, you know I drop bombs

Jump off stage, get baked like Fronz

Never verse us, fucked up, trust us

Y'all see before the gust

Throw arms, dead mics on sight

The arsonist, apart from this

Life as you know it, come from the lowest

Driven and we stow it, cold-blooded, they all know it

All seen it, probably seen it, can't reach us

[Verse 3: Shy Grey]

Follow me on the journey, it's me and Bar

To the start of this book for the fame, came, life is smart

When the flame was a spark, had nothing to lose

Everything to gain when this shit wasn't a game

So you came with your heart feel the pain in your veins when you talk

Never seen the light of day but we stay with perfect aim in the dark

Playin' games leave you layin' in the chalk

Want beef, then we bringin' it a la carte

Nigga, wait on College Park

[Outro: Logic]

Bobby Boy Records, motherfucker

RattPack all day, real all the time, you know what it is

Y'all ain't ready for that College Park shit though (Hahaha)

We them Maryland boys, homie

Eat a dick