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Artiste : Logic
Titre : No Biggie
[Intro:]
Yeah, my name is Riley, son
But you know what niggas call me?
AKA, Riley Escobar, know what I´m saying?
Cause I be in the streets you know?

I got all kinds of names like HR Paper Stacks
Uh, also known as AKA Horse Choker, uh

[Logic]
Hey, yo, I´ll chop you up in sixteen pieces
In front of your nieces, while I´m eating Reese´s
And won´t even offer them any, yes I spit plenty
This is East Coast flow at its finest
In the studio, where you find us, put a bullet where your spine is
At sixteen I was skipping school and smoking chronic
While you was learning about English, Big L was teaching Ebonics
I spit fire so demonic, writing code like I´m masonic
A Jedi master breaking it down like old plaster
No medication for this track cause this is how a psycho rips

My bank account is like casino vaults, your pockets microchips, uh
Motherfucker, I dare you to test it, hope you´re well rested
Whoop your ass and get arrested, in a double breasted
Louis Vuitton diamond encrested tailor made suit
Now that´s All Sinatra Everything
I explode like hollow tips on contact
Chronologically murder schmoe there´s no bringing Joe back
Puffing cubans and sipping Cognac
Mafietic mentality, introduce me to this beat and it´s fatality
I kill mics like Conrad Murray
Sharp like Hanzo steel, the rest is obtuse
I get loose when sipping Goose and rhyme like Doc Seuss

Flow tight like noose, whoop ass like Bruce, no time for a truce
Alphabetical mathematic addict
I spit sixteens so erratic you think it was a semi-automatic
I know by now you thinking "Oh my God, he let them have it"
But that was just a loan, time to collect like I´m Capone
Reap what I´ve sewn, in other words that is the throne
Chilling while homies smoking marijuan´
If you thinking that this shit is wack well then you´re dead wrong
Cause for every emotion and every mood I have a song
For the club, for the streets, for the whip and for the sheets

Cause this is where intellect and versatility meets
I´m Young Sinatra, backstage chilling with BobbySoxers
I got ya

Yeah!
You wanna fuck with us?!
Fuck with us, yeah!?