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Artiste : Logic
Titre : Live on the Air
[Logic]
Ayo, I´m living abroad like the baddest bitch you´ve ever seen
Ain´t about that hybrid shit 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 motherfucking dean
My cerebral cortex force, my trigger finger reflex
To bust Tecs like raw sex, 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
Goddamn, 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, fuck bitches, 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 shit is medium
Call me Bobby Kennedy the way I fuck 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 shit is slicker than butter
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 myspace account but my only friend was Tom
When I eat pussy 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 piss
My buzz is growing every day and when the swarm hits
Million dollar trips, sex at the Ritz
So rich I´ll make bitches show Charlie Murphy their tits

Blow the competition to bits, leavin´ the enemy lit
But I´m out cause there´s women to please and money to get
It´s Logic