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City of Stars

Logic

The Incredible True Story

2015

I just ignore you
'Cause this not a love song (Woah)
This is so long
You did me so wrong for so long, for so long
No I never thought I could live

On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is

Mainstream

OutKast

ATLiens

1996

of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three, making us free in my community
One day is what I live for
Ain't thinking about no hope

These Are the Tales

Too Short

Chase the Cat

2001

albums
Fuck McDonald's and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in A.T.L.

Big ass platinum of my album 
Hanging in my crib 
Marble floors, designer shoes
This just the way I live 
My next door neighbor he a plug 
So he

N.Y. Electric

Aesop Rock

Bazooka Tooth

2003

fame is)
Some of them lost the base hit 
While they all read brims in the metal die cast Vol-tron cadence, what

N-Y electric, cannibal, burners,

test drive
I was around when you was clubbin with your fake I,
D’z pull me over trynna find shit with they K9
Sad circumstances that we live by
In

in my mouth but she call me daddy, yeah
Yeah, she love me like i'm Sosa but I hit like Sammy, yeah
Yeah, i'm in all them holes, she come with me,

Yeah, said I might not be so bad, gotta leave it all I know the past is the past
Been through all the tests and I've been hoping to pass
Till we hit

do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)

Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)

You should watch your mouth lil homie or I'll get you hit
If you don’t wanna hear my story, then just plug your ears
Late at night, took a life, left

I'm jus' tryna get by quick
I'm tryna drop my shit
I just wanna know when I'm gon' get my hit
Patience ain't enough I get it
I hope y'all respect my

rhyme to get paid
Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out

Track: “Blasphemy (feat. Bue) [prod. Jaysea & Bri Crisp]”
Artist: The Sargent & Bri Crisp (as Young Associates)
Album: “Summer Solcrisp: Vol. 2”

sung
Album number 2
Be on the way, East L.A
Straight to Brooklyn
SoHo, SoCals, what we aim
I don’t work to live
I live to work on all my own terms
After

Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I

at your throat like a cough
Ever since live your truth came out, I keep dropping hit after hit man I been popping off
I had a lot on my mental and too much

Welcome to my album, I hope you stay long
I was gonna name this one Growing Pains, but
Then I found a toilet dumped by the railroad
So we took

time’ll have me flat by the life line 
So I’m like fine
Got a bottle of the white wine
Coming live from the middle of the night time
Full cup but I find it

brothers win
And them getting paid
But sometimes I don't think
They want that for me
I'm finna have a billion hits
By the time I'm turning fucken 40
Don't

I'll make a singing track and then I make a banger like this
I like to embarrass myself so I'm just growing a bit
On each album so I'm making all

cum
Like Plankton lives in a chum bucket like a bum
Cuz I could be "Better Than Ever"
It could be better than my first album on the song "Better Than

by the hate
Uhh tell me why they really want to hate though
Get to plucking strings like Santana no Fredo
Two words I'll never stand in line for is

Yeah, I attack that like Sans
Hit the pussy with a Gaster Blaster
Kill the pussy, I Assassination Class her
She on the Diplomat jewels-Santana
I'm him,