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Artiste : Logic
Titre : BackPack
I´mma just go in on this joint right now for y´all
All my lyricism heads where y´all at?

I spit fifties and shit hundreds, do shit that´s undid

Spontaneously combust in these bitches guts
I get em wet, no need to touch
Break they back like dutches
Keep em close like the toast I clutch
Never the less, I´m never depressed
I keep feelings suppressed
One of the best but need to listen if I´mma progress
I´m ready to live, I´m ready to die, I´m ready to ride for rap
I said it on a record, now I can´t take it back
Stop, I shut it down like a bloodclot
Smoke emcees, like a fuckin bumbaclot
Mic check, I come to catch wreck
Death before dishonor so I´m coming for your neck
I pop emcees like hymens
Y´all glass posing as studs but I´m a diamond
I reckon you need to listen, I´m never dissin´

Unless your shit is wack, I´ll beat you into submission
Catch me fishin, cause I´m eating for a lifetime
Wisdom in my mind, I´m a star watch me shine
Fucking your bitch from behind
Record it and hit rewind
I´m nasty, construct rhymes like rhinoplasty
A hip-hop statute, rhymes coming at you
God bless you, when I kick wisdom it never stress you
Or test you unless you a dumb motherfucker

We gon´ get into it like this...

Said this is mathematic tactics, murder this rap shit
Intravenously inject my prophylactics
Inhale my words like a fresh batch of Vicks

Similar to black ice cause the flow so slick
What´s up, rappers hear the rhyme they slit they wrists up
Do a whole ´lotta talking, no rapping like fisticuffs
Yeah, turn my headphones up
That´s all you sayin´ but I´m sprayin´ and I can´t get enough
Raw, rugged and rough, my alter ego Mr. Tough
I´ll call your bluff, face to face never snuff
I murder you with predicate poetic balletic shit
No mercy cause if I grip the mic they might curse me
Da Vinci flow before I grip the mic I´m in control
Before I manifested tendons I was rhyming as a embryo
Living in vertigo half of these fuckers don´t know

It´s Logic—I said it´s Logic