September 2008

By Logic

On The Lost Tapes

Released on June 17, 2026

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[Intro]


[Verse 1]

Intuition of a master, decipher the disaster

Once again, I'm blowing your mind like brain matter

Leaving you in shock like biochemical fractures

5'9", the warlord is my stature

Your eyes growing heavy so that's when I do attack ya

Fuck what you say, reminiscing on gunplay

See you face to face, snap your neck in broad day

You've slipped, you've fallen, and you can't get up

So I resurrected my soul to tear shit up

Listen up, one who knows does not speak

And the double negative is known for fucking up a speech

Picking off the frail, and he murdering the week

So I sneak, a predator disguised as prey

Waiting for the sick motherfucker to play

Can you relate throwing dice with the hands of fate?

At the bottom of a cellar, spittin' acapella

Living a life, a street dwelling goodfella

If I wrote a book, a guaranteed best seller

Original, world renown story teller

I'm unstoppable-traceable

Quick to dismiss my fingerprints

Third degree burns, the target was my finger tips

Step into my quarters, look into my chamber

Three hundred and fifty seven quick to rearrange ya, danger

Make it look like suicide and hang ya


[Refrain]

Path of an emcee

Path of an emcee

Path of an emcee

Path of an emcee


[Sample]


[Verse 2]

In the wolf's lair

Shits popping off like bomb scares

Listen to 36 chilling in my chambers

Doin' lines of danger

Memorizing the horizons

Got my sights set and now I see 'em supersizing

Unravel the blueprints, you don't know what you missing

Staying up late night, contemplating my mission

Three steps ahead, I'll brace the precognition

Listen, I've had it up to here with all your bitchin'

ABP up on the killin', 'cause you missing, who you testing?

I'm quick to blow your mind like Smith & Wesson

Eight hundred bars, I go for nine-minute sessions

DOB a thousand-nine-hundred-and-ninety

Scouts held up and fuckin' find me

'Cause every label in the new world gon' wanna sign me

Every other emcee hurry up and get behind me

A mericless mentality, so this is for the grimy

Sit back, allow me to illustrate my vision

I'm looking at the years to come like time in prison, my shit is failsafe

Orchestrate the execution, the result is checkmate

Never fed by silver spoon or platter, only paper plate

The shit that I spit is legit like a hook to the face

With a pair of brass knucks' passing off his paper weights

Came out of the womb terrorizing

Seventeen years up on the rising

Another eighteen and I'll be 'bout ready to die then

Staring at death, I still survive

Russian roulette I still defy

I been immortalized, I wonder why

Heart below zero, it begins to crystalize

The manifestation of understanding in my eyes

Knowledge is the key to wisdom, in my mind it lies

Resurrect the alpha to watch omega arise


[Refrain]

Path of an emcee

Path of an emcee

Path of an emcee

Path of an emcee

Path of an emcee

Path of an emcee

Path of an emcee

Path of an emcee

Path of an emcee

Path of an emcee

Path of an emcee

Path of an emcee

Path of an emcee

Path of an emcee

Path of an emcee

Path of an emcee


[Outro]

Quick to dismiss my fingerprints

Two steps ahead, I'll brace the precognition

Precognition, precognition

Every label in the new world gon' wanna sign me

Every label in the new world gon' wanna sign me

Wanna sign me

Checkmate

Came out of the womb terrorizing

The manifestation of understanding in my eyes