[Intro: Louis Logic]

Yo, check it out, this is Louis Logic

My man Celph Titled on the boards

J.J. Brown on the scratches

Fuck all of y'all actors, know what I mean? Check it out

Yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1]

What I spit is slick like, porn flick chicks and Vaseline

Going down south like Big Mike

Cause when it comes to pushing weight

My wax is like crack to fiends

You have to light by crafting pipes out of the DAT machine

Niggas afraid to play with me, like Magic's team

Cause circle start catching purple hearts like Vietnam marines

They hate me but still buy, like niggas and Koreans

It's a dirty business but my hands are clean

How many worthy critics on this green earth diss Lou's flow?

Kids you know would suck dick for a Louis Logic T-shirt

So it's gotta be worth spending the loot

On something 170 proof before I step in the booth

So pissed, I'll never recoup, and if you ever get dissed

It's me and family and friends in cahoots

So send in the troops like Schwarzkopf, we neutering niggas

Cutting your balls off so you'll never produce

I'll put your head in a noose, not that I chill with the klan

But I'm an extremely militant man

So down for the cause I'd spill on your fam'

And just know, before I beat you

That I would cheat like Hilary's man

[Chorus]

My squad is like vagrants

We wander the streets and pavement

And try to stay bent, disguised as secret agents

Motherfuckers is trying to find out the plans to our mission

And positioning of our secret hideout

[Samples]

{"Freeze!"}

{"Down on your knees"}

{"I never run when I'm in trouble"}

{"My enemies freeze"}

{"Secret"} {"Agent"}

{"Brothers in the place"}

{"Don't fight"}

[Verse 2]

I'm feelin' edgy, abducting MCs in the back of a trunk

Slappin you punks

'Til you taste more blood than Dracula's tongue

So place no bets, my effects is long range

You're short changed, trying to come with it, like payphone sex

I'm feeling Waco, Tex, half loco and half postal

From weeks after weeks of weak take-home checks

And my work ethic is uninspired, yeah I'm admired

As a talented tongue for hire

But I'm one big liar, under fire with a sick sense of humor

I don't eat pussy, I'm grew tired of the sick scent of tuna

I'm just waiting to invent a rumor that you're a pervert

Sweet as sherbet, and prove it for sure that words hurt

Hide your face in a paper bag, I humiliate MCs

To the degree they'd have to take the stage in drag

It's not too late to add, I'll diss you in your favorite mag

Erase your chart position as the latest ad

I'm out altering documents

To say that all fraudulent occupants

Of this industry are reported as communist spies

I'm spitting ominous lies like a compulsive

That hover over your dead career, hungry vultures

[Chorus]

[Samples]

[Outro]

Aw, yo, this is Louis Logical, you know what I'm saying?

I've been tellin niggas, you know what I'm saying?

Head's is hungry like cats that sleep in boxes and shit

Motherfuckers need to pay the toll

Before they cross the bridge, you know what I'm saying?

You'll get mistreated like foster kids, word is bond

Yo, and we out, and we out, and we out, and we out