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letra de live on the air - logic

ayo, i’m living abroad like the baddest b-tch you’ve
ever seen
ain’t about that hybrid sh-t but i’m all about the
green
making so many moves i need a dose of dramamine
for rap i’m a fiend, come and test my team
i school mc’s cause i’m the motherf-cking dean
my cerebral cortex force, my trigger finger reflex
to bust techs like raw s-x, ain’t no tellin’ what’s
next
i sling mixtapes like crack rocks
watch snow bunnies chillin’ in the backdrop, discussin’
how the track rocks
godd-mn, i’m a miraculous man
and if i wasn’t logic, i’d be his number one fan
beware i’m spittin’ fire cause the world is in dire
need of an mc to admire
and set the bar higher
so i conspire, within my mind just had a friar
the rap messiah, fresh to death so peep the attire
feelin’ like b rabbit when he slaughtered the lotto
get money, f-ck b-tches, and respect women is the motto
you say potato, i say potato
you call ’em rappers but all i see is comedians
my future’s lookin’ xxl, they sh-t is medium
call me bobby kennedy the way i f-ck with marilyn
mcs approach, take notes, and then i bury them
i’m out of this world, my studio’s the planetarium
the way i flow, this sh-t is slicker than b-tter
the second i utter lyricism that leave all the rest in
the gutter
i thought i told ya’ll i’m the best, d-d-did i stutter?
i’ll hit your mom in the head with a car bomb just to
blow her mind like vietnam
had a mysp-ce account but my only friend was tom
when i eat p-ssy i pretend that i’m speaking in islam
psych, it’s a joke i swear that i’m not racist
to be honest i’ll murder you no matter what color your
face is
punch you in the face if i catch you slippin’ in braces
you want beef? i’ll choke you to death with your own
shoelaces
psych, i swear i’m not a violent guy
once upon time i brought a super soaker to a drive-by
full of kool-aid and warm p-ss
my buzz is growing every day and when the swarm hits
million dollar trips, s-x at the ritz
so rich i’ll make b-tches show charlie murphy their
t-ts
blow the compet-tion to bits, leavin’ the enemy lit
but i’m out cause there’s women to please and money to
get
it’s logic

- logic

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