Lyrics:
in a middle lover
Came a double dare when
I woke up
I was in a mutha fuckin' nightmare
How you ganna fuck me on Sunday
Then you wanna say you love
When I was a young boy in brooklyn
Going to public school
During recess in the concrete playground
They lined us up by twos
In alphabetical order,
a mess
I only called on your name when I was stressed
Why I'm so selfish
When everything you touch enriched and embellished
Why don't I trust you why I
it, skilling MCs
Producers, plus we are living MCs
Bare vibes we have given MCs
I was there back in the day when it was garage
And them man said
hella rude
I'm the reason that your favorite
Rapper's in a bad mood
My name is Logic, I was born in 1990
Ain't no need to remind me
That when you listen
she was there for her, cared for her
When I saw Les' she told me
I don't know myself
I don't know myself no more
Les' saying, "I got nothing
was visited by the God of the dead anubis
Ayo, Frodo Baggins what?
I'm gonna grant you your greatest desire
Taking the ring oh
And I'm gonna bring you
know a few
'There are 8 million stories' and they're all made up by you
That's a lie
Yo what else think when Rush, man
Gives you the biggest medallion
to my arms
Take my hand
I'm full of grace
Lay your troubles over me
Feel the beat of my heart.
This is the end for mankind
There will never be
Another
hoes, now it's your turn
Tell me young tender when will you learn
I cold mack like pimps you know
Won't sell you though, or sell your blow
Just your
myself so I'm trying
To keep myself all in check, by writing dozens of rhymes (Listen to your heart)
It's time I listen to my heart when it starts talking
wasn't built in a week
So I rinse I rehearse I repeat
By the time that I've finished spitting
Everybody will be sitting and gripping onto the edge
your bluff
And when it comes to rhymes (Brick City)
Yo, don't scandalize mine
I spent too much time
Straight talk with the catch to etch my line
on the ball when you swingin'
Don't be confused, don't be fooled by the wind-up
Start switchin' your position, make your mind up
Pull your bootstraps tight,
remember,
Named Dana, needed dick just to tame her
Every two months. I'd telephone her ringer, just to bone,
To come over at night when her man ain't
return, when will they learn?
Where do they go? God only knows
(Stay wide awake)
Fe-fi-fo-fum
I think I smell the scent of a placenta
I enter Central
casin' out your crib, tryna pop your fuckin' noodles
She was twenty I was twelve, man my Nana said she raped me
I jus' smiled from ear to ear, sayin'
I'm sorry for your loss
It's somebody dead in the car and it's probably one of yours
The writing all across the window in the walls
Whether it was
Still spit flame and flem
Reside by the side of the road
No likkle man steps
No we don't act like them
Said no we don't act like them
I was raised in LE3
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical,
Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
As I crush so-called rulers, kings and presidents
Revolution is here, man, we're culturally wise
painting art girl
And I, if I can make you with a magic wand
I will make you no other got away
And who's made by the maker of love?
You was made by
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
Fuck it, this the fourth verse, this shit will make my heart hurt
When the nigga who you really love in your paperwork
I got some niggas gone who used
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