[Intro]

Uh (Yo)

Uh (Yeah)

Uh (Listen up)

Uh (The old Logic, yeah)

Uh, uh (Listen up), uh (The old Lo—)

[Verse 1]

Ayy, yo, I'll chop you up in sixteen pieces in front of your nieces

While I'm eating Reese's and won't even offer them any

Yes, I spit plenty, this is East Coast flow at its finest

In the studio where you find us, put a bullet where your spine is

At sixteen, I was skipping school and smoking chronic

While you was learning 'bout English, Big L was teaching ebonics

I spit fire so demonic, writing code like I'm masonic

A Jedi master breaking shit down like old plaster

No medication for this track 'cause this is how a psycho rips

My bank account is like casino vaults, your pockets microchips, uh

Motherfucker, I dare you to test it, hope you're well-rested, whoop your ass and get arrested

In a double-breasted Louis Vuitton diamond-encrusted tailor-made suit, uh

Now that's "All Sinatra Everything"

I explode like hollow tips on contact

Chronologically murder schmoe, there's no bringing Joe back

Puffing Cubans and sipping Cognac

Mafietic mentality, introduce me to this beat and it's fatality

I kill mics like Conrad Murray

Sharp like Hanzo Steel, the rest is obtuse

I get loose when sipping Goose and rhyme like Doc' Seuss

Flow tight like noose, whoop ass like Bruce, no time for a truce

Alphabetical mathematic addict

I spit sixteens so erratic you think it was a semi-automatic

I know by now you thinking, "Oh my God, he let them have it"

But that was just a loan, time to collect like I'm Capone

Reap what I've sown, in other words that is the throne

Chilling while homies smoking marijuan'

If you thinking that this shit is wack, well, then you're dead wrong

'Cause for every emotion and every mood, I have a song

For the club, for the streets, for the whip and for the sheets

'Cause this is where intellect and versatility meets

I'm Young Sinatra, backstage chilling with Bobby-soxers

I got ya

[Chorus]

The old Logic

The old Logic (Now, this is what you want?)

The old Logic (Listen up)

The old Logic

[Verse 2]

Thirty-five is awesome, but he closer to the coffin

Quit vaping and stop coughing, rest in peace to the villain, I'm Andy Kaufman

Foot on the gas, niggas mad 'cause I pass, Black to the future

In a cut like a suture, straight to the gut, kombucha

Fuck a king, fuck her 'til she gape, then inseminate

In great, tour bus state to state, we integrate

Take fifteen-year-old vocals and then incorporate

The same voice but a later day, nincompoop, just let the haters hate

If you feel like it's no longer your house, then migrate

Don't fight with 'em, do your best to find eyesight with 'em

Speak out of turn, then I might hit him, his muse, it always write with him

His right hand was fly like right wing

End the rhyme with a joint from Spike Lee, yeah, let's do the right thing

He might rage, he might bust out a six string and sing

He's sick in the head 'cause old Logic is dead

This is old Logic and old Logic on the same track instead

Week to week, it's been a different peak, some might say it's weak

No calendars, you fell off and went broke, and now ain't got no balances

Uh, you never seen nothing, huh, like this thing

Grab the pen and I'm gonna write this thing

Fantastic Four, fantastic beats and where to find more

Mother was a whore, prostitute galore

Still made him do his chores, screaming at him with a mouth full of sores

Low danger, goddamn, I hate anger

Arrested development, from the plantation to the settlement

Forty acres and a mule, what reparations? Fuck school

It's just a pneumatic tool here, nomadic fools, Xanny bars until he drools

Scared to fly, ride the carpool through the tunnel syndrome

It's awfully disgusting, he's so old, he's rusting

But young in life, pulled the trigger, take a youngin' life

Gunfight with a knife, ugh, strife

Phantom of the sins, so I'm Caesar to these chimps

Who wants to die? Switch it up like a chick who was once a guy

Me and my brothers writing "Stay Fly," huh

Grab the .45 caliber while it's busting

Goddamn, this is Logic at thirty-five, it's so disgusting, uh-uh

[Chorus]

The old Logic

The old Logic (Now, this is what you want?)

The old Logic (Listen up)