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Artiste : Logic
Titre : Prime
(Hey) The mental state of a lyricist in his prime
Spit divine, thought from the mind
Poetic rhetoric that rhyme
We punch lines that leave you conflicted, and hit rewind

Every time I spit an ill line the worlds mine
Fuck a Matana
Quit it the second Im out the vagina
Won´t even call her mañana, Sike
Lyrical Unibomber
Ima allergic to drama
Mentality of a felon
Rebelling elevate
While you repellin´
Only hate because I´m sellin´
Who you tellin´?
See I was on that raw shit
While you was on that naw shit
The people "they gonna toss it"
When that all they endorse it
I just waited for my time to shine, I never forced it
Strategically planned it like Peyton Mannin´ way before shit was even real

I remember nights as a child with my momma, hungry
But my hunger for this music is on another level
This shit will truly have you contemplatin´ deals with the devil
But homie I´m a king not a pawn I never settle
Cause the strength within my mind
Is so fine I can bend metal

Yeah, In high school I wasn´t worried about them A´s and B´s
I was trying to make the flow unkillable to obtain these Gs
Murder syllables, yes I aim to please, so much ice they call me Mr. Freeze, Sike
All up under your girls skirt as if I was the breeze

Flow celsius I surpass degrees
Homie, please
And now I´m feelin´ like I´m number 1
Cause nobody made it in the game out of where I´m coming from
Can you feel me?
Me and my team devised a scheme to get the cream
Followin´ dreams, livin´ our lives like movie scenes
Started as a teen, sippin´ liquor, smoking´ green
For music I was a fiend, my homies know what I mean
Ha, Lethal projectiles aimed at reptiles
Best get your money in order fore´ you get checked now

(Yeah)The beats my bitch, the mic´s my mistress
Fiance flowin´ I engage, don´t miss this now

Hop on the track, you know I kill it to death
Fuckin´ with Logic, it´s inevitable that I will result in your imminent death
Now hit rewind and take a breath, homie ain´t nothin´ left
I´m Gregory House and this game is testin´ my patients
Been on the low like freemasons
Livin´ amazing, if your shit is hot my shit is cajun
Divine white wine flowin´, yes you know its aging
You got sixteens? Ha, I got mathematical equations