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[Verse 1: Logic]

Lyrically I murder you quicker than Lamborghini drive-bys

Who knew one man could handle more beef than five guys

I’m a motherfucking lyricist, bitches they fearin’ this

Back in the day they wasn’t hearin’ this, now I’m the one who’s steering this

I’m self-driven, will he kill it? – That’s a lyrical given

New school style but the 90’s is where my lyrics livin’

My flow is like another Earth

Second nature I disintegrate ya’, migrate ya’, then lightsaber decapitate ya’

In the beginning they said it was fabricated, as soon as the numbers escalated

But these fuckers just mad that I made it

More chains then when a slave trader, check it

I’m under MC’s skin like muscle tissue, what’s the issue?

If you talkin’ shit then Im’a hit you

Grab a pistol then whip you, then dip you in lava, ain’t no one ‘liver

Second I arrive I murder it, no you never heard of it

So sick my lyrics I don’t spit – I regurgitate em’

As listeners chronologically study my words, verbatim

Assassinate em’, the second I raid em’ like five-0

We pull off the heist and flee to Cabo now

I mask emotions like a robbery, cause when it comes to matters of the heart

Women will clog your arteries

Rattpack, V’s up – Visionary

See the truth through the eyes of the childen that’s born in poverty

Where their chances of breaking that cycle is like the lottery

Not about black and white – you’re rich or you’re poor

So the poor trying to get rich till they stiff in the morgue

I’m the embodiment of ‘real’, I body niggers with skill

If I up it Ima’ bust it, somebody bout’ to get killed

Smoke em’ like Black and Milds, bringing lyrics back in style

These suckers don’t want to battle, they ducking like Pacquiao

8 blocks of bodies, I’m ahead by a mile

Sucker thought he could rap, I fuck up nigga’s morale

I got the clarity of Jay, the complexity of Nas, Lines like Big L, I go against all odds

Like Pac did, I pop shit with the best of them

They got to much estrogen to F’ with him

Ima’ changa like the nephilim

I flood the market till there’s no more left of them like the days of Noah

I split the brick and dip my blade in coka

Take a sniff and see there’s nothing doper

This Coke-eighty shit, they soft as baby shit, pussy as chocha

They better deuce before the whole world smell the aroma

Listen, I want it all, Charlie I’m born to ball

Im the machine-gun preacher and this is my alter call... Bang!