Logic - Vinyl Days Album Lyrics

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Danger

I'm Morgan Freeman
And I just wanted to take a moment out of my day
To inform every other rapper in the game that Logic is the G.O.A.T

Haha, ha, retired for what? (Funkmaster Flex)
It's the birth of the black white boy
Retired for what? Logic never left (Funkmaster Flex)
Retired for what? He just got tired of the garbage (haha)
From you, you, you, and definitely you (yeah)
For sure

Bar for bar, what you wanna do?

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Tetris

Yeah
I could
Rest in peace, J Dilla
I could

I could give a f*ck about the metrics
Roll up in a Beamer, Bentley, Lexus
Logic stay connected on the block, bitch, I'm Tetris
Snatch your necklace, Dilla beats got me reckless

Even if you knew the whole clan, couldn't protect this
Don't deflect it, you motherf*ckers is defective
So get back on that assembly line
I'm schooling these emcees with assembly rhymes
I'll be goated by the end of my time
More tracks than Amtrak by the end of the line
I'm harder to find, Maryland state of mind
From the womb to the prime
In my room with a pen and a pad and mad lines
Like a theme park
My life is full of action like when the scene start
Think I ain't the illest? You trippin' like when the plane depart
You know I been killin' the game from the start
I'm the reason your kids afraid of the dark
I leave you bankrupt for real
Can't pay your light bill, how you feel?
Stupid motherf*cker, oh, yeah, you got a deal
But you spent your whole advance on a chain
I invested mine in crypto, and now I'm sailin' out to Spain
Hah, my yacht three-hundred feet
Everything that I've attained all came from cuttin' teeth
Hanzo flow, I'm so sharp, I cut the sheet
Good grief, only undercover if I'm cuttin' under sheets
Know my whole style, check the profile
Married man, I ain't f*ckin' with bitches, these hoes wild
So in it that I'm infinite
I'm so in it that I'm infinite, yeah
So what's the deal now? You know we keep it real now
Strapped to the T, I will grab the st-
What's the, what's the deal now? You know we keep it real now
Strapped to the T, I will grab the steel now

F*ck the metrics
Roll up in a Beamer, Bentley, Lexus
Logic stay connected on the block, bitch, I'm Tetris
Snatch your necklace, Dilla beats got me reckless
What's up?

Funkmaster Flex, Funkmaster Flex
Funkmaster Flex, Funkmaster Flex

Your call has been forwarded
To an automatic voice message system
"Arkae Tuazon" is not available
Boy, what the f*ck, answer your phone

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In my lifetime

Check
Yeah, yeah (Funkmaster Flex)
Actually, that, that was pretty dope, man (ayo)
Can't even lie

Ayo, I got game, plenty
Talk shit, reload the semi
Mafia shit with Juicy J sippin' Henny
I got Mastro money, boy, your pockets on Denny's
I hit the beat machine, get cream for the whole team
Supply the fiends
Dollar bills by any means
Average person be committed if they've seen the shit I've seen
It's like my life was written through a murder scene
Even in my early teens
I saw a guy on the corner gettin' high
When a stray bullet from a drive-by blew his brains through his right eye
Some people cautious, but I'm Cassius (yes)
Motherf*ck who rhyme the fastest (woo)
I made it through the light despite how dark my past is, what?

Hip-hop, baby, body rockin', you know what it is
Shit hard
Dark
Haha, you should be concerned
Yeah, yeah, motherf*cker, you know it's me (you should)

Smoking back-to-back Dutches
My finger just inches off the button that'll turn your f*ckin' body into stuffing
Dressed like I'm doing construction
Off one leg, jump through the f*ckin' window of the Hellcat like it's nothing now
At that speed, I can easily be mistaken for Jet Li
Don't interrupt my feng shui
Get left in the fridge where they hang meat
My bitch'll kick you with strange feet
A thousand roses expertly engraved into the handle of the heat
Carved ice and pre-Colombian queens
Jackson Heights, rock Colombia, boo
GUESS jeans, smoke drugs, all mezzanine
Way before a motherf*cker ever turned seventeen
I'll leave you in the heaven scene
Staring at the roof of the chapel, I showed you mercy
Could've been in soup or a taco
My Porsche colder than a bowl of gazpacho
Commemorate me with a statue
F*ck the world, written on the tattoo
Man, I be smokin' mad shit, that's why I'm silly (stupid)
Motherf*cker, you know it's me

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Decades

I just wanna thank God for the life that I got
Seen a lot of pain, yeah, I seen a lot
Coulda copped that Lamborghini off the lot
But money isn't everything
Money isn't the reason that I sing
I got a lot of chains, got a lot of bling
But money isn't everything
No, money isn't everything
I just wanna thank God for the life that I got
Seen a lot of pain, yeah, I seen a lot
Coulda copped that Lamborghini off the lot
But money isn't everything
Money isn't the reason that I sing

Yeah
Yo, this motherf*cker 6ix, man
He played me this verse I had from like ten years ago
So I thought I'd do it now

Ayy, look to my left and see my brother sellin' drugs
Look to my right and see my sister's f*ckin' thugs
Ain't it funny how this life go? One moment, you're in the dark
But when that light glow, it's like you're seein' for the first time
As I penetrate your mind like a burst of ammunition, I was shot out of a nine
I'm givin' everything I got, so, yeah, it better be my time
They said I'd never make it, that's the reason I still rhyme now
Feelin' like Annie singin' 'bout the Sun
No food in my stomach, hopin' that tomorrow gon' come, yeah
Maybe it won't, but I pray it will
'Cause drug dealers on the corner, they finna spray you at will
And this music is a dream that I plan to fulfill
Starin' at the morgue through my windowsill
In the beginnin', I was itchin', no, I couldn't sit still
But when you got this much heat, it's too hard to chill

I just wanna thank God for the life that I got
Seen a lot of pain, yeah, I seen a lot
Coulda copped that Lamborghini off the lot
But money isn't everything
Money isn't the reason that I sing
I got a lot of chains, got a lot of bling
But money isn't everything
No, money isn't everything

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JJ Abrahams

Bobby, hey, it's JJ, um
So I heard a couple cuts from Vinyl Days
Holy shit
Uh, if this is what retirement sounds like
Uh, unbelievable
Just so f*ckin' good
Uh, call me back, bye

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BLACKWHITEBOY

Ooh-hoo, ooh, hoo-hoo-hoo
It's crazy how some people could hear this and think they know what to say
But they don't know what to say
Nuts
This right here though?
This? (Huh, yeah yeah, there we go, that's what I'm f*ckin' talkin' about)
Bars
Yeah, uh

Still in the game with you
Wettin' fools like when the rain hit you
Music, movies, and families, I'm a lane switcher
Ready to get you now
My flow make you rethink your whole f*ckin' style
Nick Cannon on these motherf*ckers, Bobby goin' wild
As a youngin', as a child, I was dreamin' for this
Fiendin' for this, listen, lean in with this
I'm the definition of a try-hard
The lyrical miracle God
Do anything just for the applause
All up in your face with some shit you can't avoid
Yeah, this black white boy finna push you into the void
I ain't got nothing but time like I'm Christopher Lloyd
And I ain't got time to diss you
I'd rather dismiss you and sell more records than you did in your first week with a reissue
Claiming you the greatest, but is you?
I do this for Kenny, do this for Cole, do this shit for the GZA and the whole clan, fo' sho'
I do this for Mos', do this for Thought, do this for Dilla on the for realer
But don't let me start showin' love, 'cause I won't be able to stop
Made fifty million when I went pop
But everybody know when Logic pick up the mic, bars drop
I respect this generation, but I need the hardest bars you can provide
I'm taxing you with inflation
Bobby Boy in the cut like a mason
I got verses like Freddy, Jason
F*ckin' amazing (woo)

You have to do it again
For people who think it's a fluke
You have to do it again, one more time, let's go

Yo, you are walking hand-to-hand with a real one, I'm still one
I'm tryna slice open my veins just to feel somethin'
Spill my blood on the page, blood on the leaves
Blood flowing down my arm from the heart on my sleeve
We keep it real all the time, boy, you best believe
I love rap and had to leave, meanwhile the media like to perceive
That I was never welcome and these record labels thieves
Sample Tribe Called Quest and have to pay Lou Reed (f*ck that)
A hundred percent, pick up the mic, I'm gonna vent (f*ck all that shit)
Yo, ayy, f*ck rap, let's dead it
Everything that I could rap about, already said it
I'd rather give you these melodies
Killed the game so many times it's no longer a felony
What the f*ck is you telling me? You ain't selling me
Do what you used to do and do it over and over
How 'bout you suck my dick and accept it's over
This a new chapter, in the country, whippin' a Raptor
The realest I've ever been, it's far from SAG-AFTRA
Really used to give a f*ck but now it's just laughter
Happily ever after, probably not, but I have to have hope
Used to obsess over being dope
But the industry too cut-throat
They less focused on the talent and more focused on the upvotes
One album I'm the champ, then the next I'm the villain
Do the thing we like, or else it's f*ck you and your feelings
I was spread thin, just about ready to let the lead in
Breaking down on stage, that shit I can't evade
I open up about my feelings, they call me a faggot
F*ck you, I had it, mentality was shattered
Wanna know why I retired? 'Cause I was uninspired
And everything was "F*ck you, pay me"
Speak my mind, they turn around and wanna play me
Try something different, then they say I'm not the same me
You can never tame me
I'd rather fail tryin' something new than doing the same shit every day
F*ck you (haha)
It's Logic

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Quasi

Ayo, Quas, ayy, Quas pick up the f*ckin' phone, it's your cousin Melvin, bro
Listen, man, Madlib out here doing records with Logic and shit
Don't nobody give a f*ck about that
Don't nobody want that shit
We need Quas back, man
Come on, come on, man
F*ckin' rap, bro, what the f*ck you doing?

Yeah
Madlib my man, come the f*ck back, damn
Show the people that you understand what I'm sayin'
Quasimoto flow, toe to toe with any spitter
Hip-hop needs you in this company, the Black John Ritter
In the lab, you said, "People don't wanna hear my shit"
I should smack you, brother, they revere that shit
Come back, run it back, neutralize 'em like Men in Black
From Stones Throw to Madlib Invazion
Ask any fan on the street, they'll say your shit is amazing
The G.O.A.T., a legend, a God amongst men
Greatest producer alive, number one out of the ten
Egon would say that shit'll prolly make you feel uncomfortable, don't it?
But it might bring you back, won't it?
Quas and an MPC is no match for any opponent
One of the greatest alive, nobody could argue
Just come back, man, the rap cats would never dog you
I had to write you now or else I probably never would
I don't want you full of regret like, "Damn, man, I should"
I don't think you understand what you instilled in me
Hip-hop from Jaylib to Madvillainy
You are the sound of our ancestors
Come back and rap, man, that's killin' me

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Bleed It

(Bleed that, back when I)
(Bleed that, think I'm too)
(Bleed that, you be like)
(Bleed that, with, with)
(Bleed that, back when I)
(Bleed that, think I'm too)
(Bleed that, you be like)
(There ain't a-, ayy, no, no)
(Bleed that, back when I)
(Bleed that, think I'm too)
(Bleed that, you be like)
(Bleed that, with, with)
(Bleed that, back when I)
(Bleed that, think I'm too) ayy, yo
(Bleed that, you be like)
(There ain't a-, ayy, no)

Back chillin' with my mom watching Ten Commandments
Got a bottle in her hand and I'm facin' abandonment
Social services f*ckin' up my vibe
Smile for the worker, but I'm dyin' on the inside
Haha, haha, everything's fine
Sometimes I feel like I'm losing my mind, I've
Seen a lot of shit in my lifetime
Playin' the field, man, I need another lifeline
Fifty-fifty, I was born to be a f*ck-up
What up? Always been myself, so shut the f*ck up
I bleed it, I f*ckin' bleed it
I bleed it, I f*ckin' bleed it
Pick up the pen, then I bleed it
A criminal I was in my past life
Nothing but women and drugs, it was a fast life
I got 9-1-1 on FaceTime
Walkin' in the bank, Glock .9 on my waistline
Empty the clip, f*ck no, I never waste time
Grab the cash then gas to the baseline

I bleed it, I f*ckin' bleed it
I bleed it, you know I bleed it
I bleed it, I f*ckin' bleed it
Pick up the pen, then I bleed it

I once was a loser, a failure
Drownin' in the sea of my sorrows as a sailor
Lookin' for land, feelin' down as a man
Prayin' up to God, lookin' down at me, man
Thinkin' of all of the songs I never sonned
That's the day I died, water fillin' up my lungs
In another life I was a killer
Psychopathic, schizophrenic population filler
Livin' in the background, livin' in the shadows
Waitin' for the rest of the world to decompose
'Til I put a bullet in my head
Now the life that I live is as a sinner
Just a human being, a professional beginner, I was
Never a winner but I won some
'Cause everybody loses where I come from

I bleed it, I f*ckin' bleed it
I bleed it, you know I bleed it
I bleed it, I f*ckin' bleed it
Pick up the pen, then I bleed it

(Bleed that, back when I)
(Bleed that, think I'm too)
(Bleed that, you be like)
(Bleed that, with, with)
(Bleed that, back when I)
(Bleed that, think I'm too)
(Bleed that, you be like)
(There ain't a-, ayy, no, alright)

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LaDonda

(Hahaha)
Vinyl Days 3, bitch
(Funkmaster Flex)
Kyle on the guitar
Remember that? (Hello?)
Yeah, here we go
Ayy

Ayo, last album on Def Jam, now where the f*cks at?
Independent now, smear they face in my nutsack
College Park next, bitch I saved it for the fans
I've been grindin' since before I could afford a pair of Vans
Recorded this album before they gave me my advance
Sign with another major, nah, no chance
That's like Chicago with no Chance, not a chance
This beat that you're hearing is a primary example
Of some shit you can accomplish not worrying 'bout a sample
I had to clear it, now again hearing spirit
Hit the homie Egon, he send a hundred vinyl's
F*ck mixing an album, two track that's the final
Bobby Campbell and Jerry probably smoking the ounces
Of some shit I can't even pronounce
That's my homies, that's my engineers
Many platinum plaques made over the years and many more to come
I feel it in my blood, Paul Dano
Feel it in my bald spot, Anthony Fantano
You plaid-shirt-wearing-motherf*cker, huh
Ayo, ayo
I used to hate you 'cause you shit on my music
But now we homies, I take your criticism and use it
I used to fantasize about murdering you
Choking you to death and watching from your point of view 'til we got friendly
And I realized you wasn't ever tryna end me
One night, midnight, 2020 on the phone
You said the wildest shit that solidified me to stone
You said, you said I built an amazing fanbase and career
I'm successful and I'm f*ckin' worthy to be here
In your opinion is just your opinion
It doesn't matter like your legion of f*ckboy minions
It meant a lot, friend or not
Honesty is everything, it's f*ckin' everything
I remember 2DopeBoyz and Fake Shore Drive
I remember performing before this virus was alive
I remember commenting on rap Genius threads
I remember arguing on Reddit, HipHopHeads
Way before I was famous and criticized
I was just a member of the community in they eyes
And the craziest shit, I'm still the, still the same kid I was
With a love for hip-Hop, now it just got a bigger buzz, what's up?

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Aaron Judge

Yo, Bobby
It's Aaron Judge, man
Man, you got me thinkin'
You're gonna be playing out in Barclays here
Comin' up soon
How 'bout we get you out to the stadium?
Chop up some beats, get it rolling, my man
Let me know what you think, later

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Clouds

I can give a f*ck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waitin' for so long (yeah)
I can give a f*ck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waiting for so long

Take two, take one
Chillin' in the cut with my son and his baby mama
I was gonna hit the road but I'm staying longer
Doing whatever the f*ck I wanna do when I wanna do it
People thinking they know it but they never knew it
What it be like, the spotlight, the hot takes and long nights
Yellin' at nobody and winning all of the wrong fights, it's alright
I'm off like a flight, took a left, did it right, what a sight
Knowing everything gon' be alright, that K. Dot 2015
It seem the art that I make over they heads like the Sistine
It really feel like ain't nobody ever listening
That's why I do it for me and the homies and nobody else
Making beats in my room by myself
Kinda funny how my last studio cost seven zeros
But I make the best shit when I'm all alone in my room
College Park coming soon
In the dark going off to the tune and the 808 boom
I stay with the trees like a baboon
Flow kinda fast but it's chill like a pocket full of valium
Head up in the clouds but I'm coming down soon, yeah

I can give a f*ck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waitin' for so long (yeah)
I can give a f*ck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waiting for so long

Lowkey tryna get trophies with my dawgs
Surely, you'll see my face smilin' on the front of a billboard soon
Truth is that I got a blueprint and I'm finna use it, nigga, let's get it
I'm tryna get a brand new coupe, she gon' wonder where the roof at when she get in it
(Wheels spinnin')
While I'm on the e-way, I wish life was easy
If you a hater, then get the f*ck up out the way
I only hang with my teammates
Pass the ball to me, mane
(My niggas, they real, they trill, yeah, all them stick to the code)
(If you start fakin' over here), I look you dead in the soul and tell you

I can give a f*ck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waitin' for so long (yeah)
I can give a f*ck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waiting for so long

She was in and out my suite all Fashion Week
Studio up in here, sweet, I was crashin' beats
'Cause the paper don't sleep and my loved ones have knees
And my son need everything I never had times three
You's a cold motherf*cker, my homies always remind me
They lift me up like that bomb weed
In this pound never found seeds
Just nugs, best buds, probably spoke of retirement
Dawg, all we get out of it was a "Best of"
Or a greatest hits, realized he could still make time for the fam
Busy playin', but still make time for blazin' shit
Inspirational ass motherf*cker, ask my brother
Hustles like no other, rose from my situ'
Rolls-Royces by the gutter
Bad bitch itchin' to sit her buns on the butter
Like her but I don't love her
Push her to do better but I don't shove her
Versace bedsheets, watchin' Deep Cover
Gucci rollaway bag, Louis V duffel

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Michael Rap (Skit)

Yo, Logic, or Bobby, or whatever the f*ck your name is these days
Bobby or MC Logic, MC Bobby, MC Nobody-Gives-A-Shit
It's Michael Rapaport
Yo, I know you asked me to do a skit on your album
And I told you, "Yeah, I would do a skit on your album"
And I said I was a fan, I was lyin', 'kay?
Um, I'm not doin' a f*ckin' a skit on your album
I hear you're always talkin' about bars and all that shit
Dude, no one cares, man
You four-eyed f*ck, get yourself some Auto-Tunes
Stop text, I'll block you
I don't wanna block you but I will block you
You four-eyed biracial motherf*cker, you
You half-cooked cocksuck

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Therapy Music

Yeah

My anxiety was takin' over (yeah)
Remove the devil, let my faith go feel it slide like it's Amendola (come on)
I finally made it to the field of my dreams
And I let ghost play around in my head like I'm Ray Liotta (damn)
A Yankee owner, I got stripes in this game
Hot headed but got ice my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was the life that I was leadin' back before I went to therapy
And we unpacked, I wasn't really needin' that
I was needin' validation, which, I agree is whack
Mad at my therapist like, "Bitch, I agree with that" (haha)
Here's the kicker though, my therapist is me (facts)
Complainin' 'bout my problems, how American of me?
There's a scarcity of free thinkers (yeah)
It's all group thoughts (sheep)
That's what they think (yeah)
That's not what you thought (psst)
Before you saw the popular vote
You scared that the world'll leave you if you rockin' the boat
So you don't (pussy)
All aboard, now you safe in here
But you don't even recognize your own face in here, f*ck it (f*ck it)
Independent with a major budget (uh-huh)
You ain't mad at me, you mad your lady love it, we should change the subject (uh-huh)
I swayed the public like I'm rappin' on the radio
Long hair and lookin' like I'm supposed to be on Game of Thrones, HBO
But every time I talk, it makes the news like The Daily Show
I'm wavy so, of course you wanna cruise, I call it Katie Holmes
All my dreams are comin' true, that's somethin' I innately know
Labels feedin' artists soul diets like paleo
Meanwhile I'm feedin' myself
Had a nightmare last night that I was sleep with myself, yeah, yeah
Oh God

I keep my ego in check
Just me and this instrumental pumpin' through this cassette deck
Money don't represent my rank
Yeah, Logic rose from jack but even the Titanic sank
I seen cats with egos bigger than cruise ships lose it
Gain power and abuse it
Same to take my kindness for weakness and confuse it
Same type don't know I stay with a gat and know how to use it
Used to be addicted to likes by the likes of people I ain't even liked
Anxiety, readin' comments ain't have me readin' right
Trapped in the Matrix, Black Neo, back to the basics
Now everything I do is off the grid, they just can' trace it
Face it, I used to love rap, now all I love is my family, f*ck the fake shit
Only engulfed in darkness, can you see the light like common sense?
But to my defense, that way of thinkin' past tense
Life's a bitch and shit can get screwed like when you campin', that's f*ckin' in tents
On tour the fans screamin' the West like cravin'
You know I deal with shit that'll make the average man's chest cave in
On the scene daily, this just in, word to Hailey
I write about the world around me like a journalist
It's funny how people that don't listen to me concerned with this
It's 'cause they have to be, these motherf*ckers weaker than muscle atrophy
This life feels like a simulation, man, it has to be
Walked through the world, the whole shit is just one giant catastrophe
Speak on mental health, the people laughed at me, that's why I tapped out
Retired 'cause I felt rapped out
Feel like people more connected with shit that's not what rap's about, so I mapped out
Just me and my fam, I don't give a damn
Livin' day to day, just like the normal man I am
Bringin' it back to the reason I began it from the start
Spillin' syllables at will at the open mic, after dark
Hangin' with cats that stay with the iron like they Tony Stark
We recognize when the phonies talk, why?
Real G's fly in silence like gnats, G7 raps
Retired now I'm back, I relapsed, we bringin' that heat back
Like July, that real shit, no two-ply
Bitches, I've been plottin' and plannin', f*ck whatever they been demandin'
I grab the cannon, and ran in the lyrical phantom, jumpin' out the plane tandem
Flow so effortless it seems like it happens at random
My greed expand bigger, I Bruce Banner 'em
I hit you with the buckshot then the Chapelle slug
Hustle music like some of my brothers still hustle drugs
I'm the unsung, did it for money, made the money, now I do it for fun
Music will forever be a part of me
I do this from the heart, from the circumflex artery
My bank account is seven digits like I won the lottery
But that don't navigate the way I shape the game like pottery
So hold up, grab the gat, reload, the Rattpack be my soldiers
Yeah, I'm older but I be wiser
F*ckin' around, now open your eyes up
Now these haters claim I fell from grace a couple years back
Still at the top, where I been at
Eight miles from the surface of Earth, feelin' infinite
Don't gotta get into that
Who's the illest on a track? Rewind it now and listen back
Wanna know who the best is? I give you forty-four guesses
It doesn't matter and it never did, it never does, it never will
That's why I retired, it's impossible to fulfill
Just a hamster wheel, full of cats that never sit still
Oh no, for real
(Woo)
(Crazy)

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Tony Revolori (Skit)

Yo, man
It's Tony Revolori
What's good, we still on for this movie night tonight?
Hocus Pocus, bitch

Yo, Bob
What's good?
It's Tony Revolori

Yo, Bob
How you doin'?
It's Tony Revolori
We still on for this movie night?

Yo, Bob
What's good man?
It's Tony Revolori
Just calling to check if we're still good for this movie night tonight

Que pasa Mufasa?
It's Tony Revolori
What's up? Where you at?
I've been waiting outside for like, fours hours now
Can you just like hurry up?
Just pick one pair of shoes and get your ass out here

Yo, Bobby
Bobby Booshay
Bobby Flay
It's Tony Revolori
Calling for the seventeenth time
You know, I'm, I'm starting to feel like you're avoiding me

Yo, Bob
It's Tony Revolori

Yo, dude
What's up?
It's Tony Revolor-

Yo, Bob
What's good?
It's Ton-

Yo, Bobby
What's good?
Ah, this is Tony Revolori
I woke up in a random field
I have no idea where I'm at
What the f*ck did we do last night?

Bobby
Bobby
Yo, it's Tony Revolori
I was just calling you to say hi
And I miss you

Yo, Bobby
What's good?
It's Tony Revolori
I got those underwear that you let me borrow
Lemme know if you want 'em back

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Rogue One

Ha, man, ha, hahaha
(Funkmaster Flex)
Dark
This what we gon' do
When I say go, we gon' go
Huh (yeah), go

Ready to kick it, give a f*ck about a bitch
Was with 'em for a decade, now we off without a hitch
I don't give a f*ck if your shit went platinum
You can't fathom how in the f*ck I'ma combat 'em
We independent, pick up the mic and I'ma vent it
If I said, I meant it
Came from the bottom and ascended
Now I think I'm a good father figure 'cause I was sonnin' rappers
Before I was a father, go figure
My cryptocurrency is in the seven figures
If you talking shit, I roll up on you with like eleven my niggas
Ready to come and get us, f*ck with us, it's me and all my hitters
Made a couple pop songs, made a hundred million, gross
Made a life for myself, for every night I need a toast
I was doing the most, said f*ck rap, watch me ghost
I been raising my son, blazing for fun, baskin' in the rays of the sun on my face
Took a step back, damn, I think I finally found my happy place
They say it's not a sprint, I say, "It's not a race"
Comin' up and 'bout ten years ago, I felt so out of place
Shit was different, if you had beef, you did face to face
Check the pace, years fly like drum and bass
I've been whippin' that Bronko bumpin' that "Murder was the Case"
Now I'm givin' it up for the real motherf*ckers that love rap, no cap
Retired for a minute, now I'm back, it's Logic

Logic
Oh-ha-ha
Oh-ha-ha
Oh-ha-ha
Ha, now back to that part, that other part, Logic
That part, right here, right here

---

Breath Control

Yeah, yeah

Tell me who really want it
Everything that they talking about, I already done it
Don't f*ck with their narrative, and how they spun it
Like Clive Campbell, I'ma set an example
My flow ample over this sample
Leave the beat trampled, never one to ramble
Head to toe in that camo
Blowing up trees like Rambo
This is the way, bitch, I'm repping that Mando
Got a lot of money, don't need a Lambo
Back in the day I was in a minivan though
Back in the day I was in a minivan though
Sippin' on something and whippin' it slow
2010 I remember when I was living in my godmother's in G-Burg
That's my word
Bumping Mac Miller K.I.D.S, Kush and OJ Wiz
Look in the mirror, I'm hoping it's his day
Give a f*ck what the kids say
Logic bringing it back to the rap shit, that 2DopeBoyz, DatPiff
Give a f*ck about a rap list
Win an Emmy and I'm on that list
On the map like at atlas
Talk shit, get hit with a fat lip
Smoking that buddha then dip in the pussy, we call it the cat nip
Run the game like a 3090, leave 'em all behind me
Step back motherf*cker, don't try me
'Cause I'm me, you know it's Logic

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NEMS

Yo Logic, man, this is NEMS
Lemme tell you somethin' about yourself real quick
Don't ever disrespect me lookin' like "Squints" from the Sandlots, you heard?
Don't ever disrespect me with them bifocals on bro, tryna rap
You can't even see your raps if you wrote 'em down
You heard? With them shits
Listen, don't ever disrespect me with that hairline, bro
That shit is in, that shit is triggerin', bro
That shit gets me angry, man
Don't ever disrespect me with half-curly, half-straight hair, bro
Type of shit is that?
Don't ever disrespect me lookin' like a black and white cookie
Matter of fact
Yo, don't ever disrespect me lookin' like an inside-out Oreo, bro
Don't ever disrespect me callin' yourself "Young Sinatra", bro
You ain't even got that type of swag, bro
Stop frontin' for the people
You know the vibes, man
F*ck your life, bing bong

---

Nardwuar

Hi, Logic
It's Nardwuar the Human Serviette
From Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, saying
Please keep on sampling in the free world
And doot-dooda-loot-doo
Lo-gic
Nardwuar from Vancouver, British-

Turn me up
Yeah, turn the whole shit up
Yeah, loud as f*ck
You're gonna have to probably extend it
'Cause I'ma go off on this bitch, ready?
Outer Space Gang, bitch (yeah)
Check, that's it
And please keep on sampling

What's the difference between you and me?
Came from nothin', now I'm rockin' Louis V
Suck my dick, it's Doc D
Logic hit me to appear on this final Def Jam CD
I'm the greatest rapper in the multiverse
That's why I got a million multis and a verse
Outer Space Gang, JT, Vorgon and Gordax
Y'all don't want this smoke, bitch, I got more gas
That'll rip your back through your thorax, f*ck Sharon
Connected on the block like Bluetooth pairin'
Steady on my grind, peep the bearings
Not a single one of you motherf*ckers is comin' close
I've been workin' on that Planetory Destruction, numero dos
I'm out this bitch, watch me coast

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KickStyle

As you can see, I am proficient in the art of taking
Your taking is no match for my KickStyle
En garde, come at me with everything you have
Prepare yourself
Hahaha, this that real hip-hop shit
Maryland state of mind whenever we rhyme
Ayo, JMARS, set it the f*ck off, homie (Vinyl Days, yeah)

Come the applause, thank you
I love that you feelin' this like withdraws
Aim to do more than just please, more like to ease
Painful everyday like them, our people been strugglin' to wait through
I'll deliver, piece on the platter to the hateful
See me shine in they face and then they start feelin' so grateful
To be alive before it's off the table
Like Etern Assasin, like it's Cable and Kane
So to take this shit in the vein or you gon' meet that fable
I got time to kill any more of you, if you got too much pride anneal
Before I don 'em, I'll make it humble, but darker than Satan, hol' up
Please don't think no part of this language is anger for you of hell
Probably say that I'm just poppin' off
Out the mouth I say, of course, as I reshape the earth like I was God
Spit what's real, I couldn't pass façade
Shop out my seal, since I was a mass informant
Inside my mother's abdomen, uh
Grip by forces when my ass was born
Stubborn, his ass is a song, 'til they told my shoulder
At a psychic, guess this why I'm outta pocket more
My birthin' doctors was bad as healin' as Aquaphor
That still ain't stop me
Might turn your shoppers if Tory handles sorts
I swing at these beats, I'm eatin' sashimi that I can muscle, really
I do humbly receive, this melody
The 10-11 sentence can be with my cutlery, uh

RattPack, shit, motherf*cker, y'all know what's up (uh)
It's Vinyl Days, JMARS (yeah)
Logic, Big Lenbo, the motherf*ckin' veteran, set it off (uh, uh)

It's Leon the Teflon, vagabond
Microphone madness, one step beyond
Turn around and look at that gate we've been on
RattPack, nigga, now we never switch form
And I'm right back, nigga, like I've never been gone
F*ck calm, ring the alarm like tennis arm
When I grab the mic, you know I drop bombs
Jump off stage, get baked like Fronz
Never verse us, f*cked up, trust us
Y'all see before the gusto
Holmes dead, mics on sight
The arsonist, apart from this
Life as you know it, come from the lowest
Driven and we stow it, cold-blooded, they all know it
All seen it, plot Zenith, can't reach us

Follow me on the journey, as we embark
To the start of this book for the fame, came, life is smart
When the flame was a spark, had nothin' to lose
Everything to gain when this shit wasn't a game
So you came with your heart, feel the pain in your veins when you talk
Never seen the light of day but we stay with perfect game in the dark
Playin' games leave you layin' in the chalk
Want beef, then we bringin' it a la carte
Nigga, wait on College Park

Bobby Boy Records, motherf*cker
RattPack all day, real all the time, you know what it is
Y'all ain't ready for that College Park shit though (hahaha)
We the Maryland boys, homie
Eat a dick

---

EarlyBird

Also a big part of the whole thing with, um, samplin' is, like
You're showin' who you are
You're showin' what your influences are
You're almost showin' how you grew up
And the realest ones, you're tryin' to pay homage to this thing
So you're honoring admits those details

Uh, hey there, Bobby, it's Rainn, um
Hope you're well, man, listen
It would be logical for you to call me back, hahaha
Ooh
Okay, call me, bye

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Ten Years

Okay, so this motherf*cker Logic
Flies all the way to New York to play chess with GZA (check it out)
For a show that he does (yeah, yeah)
And let me tell you, this is the first time actually anybody beat GZA
In this chess series, in these chess games (yeah, yeah)
So let's just say Logic served him up a queen's gambit

Egon got the La Tâche in his cellar
My rhymes affect the game, Mandela
Vinyl Days kind of like the days of Roc-A-Fella
Yeah, I'm on the beat, but you know I murder a cappella
I stepped in Def Jam building the other day
I ain't ask for fifty million like I was Ye
I shot the video for "Tetris" in the hallway
In the CEO office, boy, I'm talkin' Jay
Feet all on the couch like I'm Rick James
Skyline of the city through the window pane
Then spit the verse on the air conditioner
Listen up, dishin' up food for thought
In rare condition, peep the diction
Pen bleed all over the pulp, no fiction
My description of how I write lyrics is off the wall, no Egyptian
Flowin' in code, peep the encryption
Ayo, ayo, my Rolodex shine brighter than my Rolex
Trust my gut 'cause I know best, people think that I know less
But that's 'cause I never talk, all I ever do is walk in
Like Christopher Wallace, my shit flawless
Come with the rawless like Nobu
Y'all don't want the beef, niggas tofu
All of 'em was prayin' I was stayin' retired, y'all too hopeful
I got a notebook full of more bars than Bourbon Street
Word to Curren$y, peep the urgency
Logic bringin' boom bap back, this shit is the resurgency
Can't f*ck with that mumble-schmumble shit, it f*ckin' burdens me

Ayo, ten years driven in the game with the brights on
Ten years I murdered your ears when the mic's on
Ten years hit after hit, I got the sights on
Ten years on Def Jam, I kept the lights on, boy

I ain't a hoodlum, they ain't arrest or murder me yet
Why ain't I Muslim? Jay Elec' ain't converted me yet
The chain immaculate, the plaque glisten the same as the jewelry
The pain is practiced, just sit back 'cause this shit came with the groupie
The stainless MAC tin clip attachment fit the frame of this Uzi
Just can't imagine it in the act of shit to drain this Jacuzzi
This ain't no actin', reenact the scripts, this ain't a real movie
This ain't no rapper switchin' to activist, this danger feel newbie
Hold up, diamonds got me seasick, pursuin' dreams
Tryna stop the street shit, exhuming kings
Imagine drinkin' three fifths to a human being
'Cause a human being deemed me three-fifths a human being
How much chillin', dope, and dough I done mentioned?
Bros I convinced to go out on lynches
Even sister Kamala, Joe Biden henchmen
Either niggas T'Challa or Josiah Henson
Slugs to who ever the f*ck that loves you
This could get uglier than a Funk Flex love booth
Always coppin' fly shit, Adidas, Reeboks
On all they top five lists, just probably not B Dot's

Whoa
This is what happens when an unmovable object meets an unstoppable force
Like two freight trains goin' head-to-head in a collision
Unstoppable, unbeatable, unbreakable
They're goin' at it, head-to-head, toe-to-toe
This is the most gangster shit I've ever seen
Logic and GZA, this is an unparalleled match

---

Porta one

(Funkmaster Flex)
Oh, we gotta put the f*ckin' camera on that joint (Funkmaster Flex)
Let it spin around, see the room (bring the motherf*ckin' ruckus)
We should literally put that shit right here and just let it spin (bring the motherf*ckin' ruckus)
Around the room, you know what I mean? (Bring the motherf*ckin' ruckus)
But, anyways

Yo, I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk
I'm that motherf*cker Tarantino, dawn 'til dusk
Hit the homie Mac Demarco, like "What up, my man?"
I need some raw shit and he recommended the Tascam
I'm talkin' hip-hop shit straight to tape
He did the Salad Days demos on it and it sounded great
Any real musician listenin' can relate
I feel like the RZA recording in '88
Prince Rakim, I f*ckin' blow like Hiroshim'
I'm on the scene, never flippin' scripts like a pharmacist
I am quite the opposite, talk shit, get hit quick
Give a f*ck what you talkin' 'bout, y'all can suck my dick (bring the motherf*ckin' ruckus)
This that DOOM shit, J. Dilla, Madlib, MadGic comin' soon, shit (bring the motherf*ckin' ruckus)
I get the pussy wetter than a monsoon hit, y'all
Ayo, ayo, y'all play games, more cap, I don't cap (bring the motherf*ckin' ruckus)
I do this for the love of hip-hop, I don't rap
Open up your chest like EMS light (bring the motherf*ckin' ruckus)
Who the best? Don't give a f*ck but don't test my mic
It's Logic (bring the motherf*ckin' ruckus)
(Bring the motherf*ckin' ruckus)

Haha, hey, yo, yo, I rips it hardcore like porno flick bitches
Classic like turntables, beatbox and floppy diskettes
A young Tom Cruise is with me and we're risky business
I delivered more gifts to game than a thousand Christmases
Pssht, like a yellow jacket, teamed with those metal ratchets
Spin your head back like DJ Scratch about to scratch it
Smack the fader, the rappers saber swings, decapitates you
Leave your couch stained like Jheri curl activator
Soul Glo, Soul Train, voice blow like Coltrane
Boomerang back to the track, push your hair back
You need more than Rogaine, no pain, no game
Like Patti LaBelle say, but me and Logic, it's no thing
Vinyl Days, Vinyl Days, leave your mind astray
Even with application maps, they can't find the way
Back to pure hip-hop tracks, Marley Marl, Biz Markie
BDP, Eric B., Kool G Rap, and Large B, please, ha

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NeedleDrop

Um, so I, I would be able to leave a message just like this
Just like this, just like this
Just like, right now, like this, and
Or would I, or would I have to call you
And like literally leave a message on your voicemail box?
And also what, what is the general tone of the other people?
Who are, are they, are they all like leavin' you voice messages and stuff?
Is that the kind of the nature of all the skits?
Like, everyone's just callin' you and like leaving a voice message?
I, I ask because if I, if I do, if I do what I wanna
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna contribute to the consistency of your album
If, if I do involve myself in it, I, I wanna make sure
You know I'm stickler about consistency
I don't wanna be the one guy who's doin' the one different
But I, I wanna understand the concept as good as I can understand it
So that I can function within the rubric of your artistic vision properly
I wanna, I wanna, if, if I'm there
If I'm on your record, it's not for my ego
If I'm on your record, it's, it's gonna be there to serve
I'm there to serve the vision that you have
I'm there to serve the vision, so, uh
Just let me know what the answer to those questions are

---

Introducing Nezi

It's not gonna stop (yeah)
It can continue
It's not gonna stop (yeah)
Continue

Ayy, why you rappers so scared to put others on?
Any musician I find, I let 'em shine like Tron
Press the demo and pass it person to person, yeah, it's on
Watch it spread like Omicron, bringin' the DOOM like Victor Vaughn
Smash your nuts, just your nuts on a dresser like Raekwon
Doin' it for the culture, Cs up as this lyricism assault you
Like a Glock blast, in my own lane, smashin' the gas
You furious, I'm too fast like Ludacris, bitch
Sippin' Sandeni in a village of Greenwich
I'm in it and feel it, infinite with it, if you want it, then come and get it
Steady in the gym, nothin' but curls like I'm Hasidic
Too sick with it, since back when my cap was fitted
But nowadays, you know I'm snappin', motherf*cker
The Game told me we was just some rappin' motherf*ckers
Word to Compton, all the way to Gaithersburg, my stompin'
Legends love Logic, peep my features alone (yeah)
Haters talk shit, fans is like "Leave him alone"
Don't worry, RattPack, I ain't worried 'bout that
I'd rather be loved by legends with careers that really last
Than accepted by some weirdo on YouTube with a podcast
Retired, now I'm back, no f*cks, havin' a blast
Tell me, what do you do when you sold out The Garden?
What do you do with the audience you brought in?
What do you do when you made all the money?
Pass the baton and let the next one take it from me
Found a strong black woman from the land of Nigeria
The way she flows, these MCs know that they inferior
Helpin' other musicians is my criteria
Now let me pass the mic to Nezi, show 'em something serious

Well, it's the lyrically homicidal, vital
Spittin' for your idol, vital
For the Gs, name somebody hot as me, prodigy
Probably be on your favorite rapper in another three
Honestly, my articulation's an anomaly
Audibly switchin' these flows like clothes
Get big dough, when I rip these hoes
Watch the way I do's this, murder on acoustics
Run for your gun 'cause I'm waxed, I be ruthless
N-E-Z-I, triple D, I stay up on the chrome, 24s like T.I
Soldier in my city like a motherf*ckin' G.I
My niggas got a whole lotta money like BIA, bitch
Quick with the game, one hitter spitter is my f*ckin' nickname
A ship that can't rip is my other diss dame
So don't ask me if I write, 'cause my pen is insane
This a luncheon, I don't gotta punch in
If I clock a hater, they can meet me in the dungeon
I be with the ghouls, told you, I'm a fool
Bobby ain't the only rapper runnin' with the tool
I'm cruel if I reach you, I ain't gotta beat you, I'll eat you
Big bitch spittin' in my name, that's Zepha
Pass me the reefer, y'all gettin' smoked
And if I'm not the illest, who you feelin' is jokes, huh

Yes, Logic, Nezi, Funk Flex
Haha, this is easy, this is easy
Hahaha

---

Orville

What's the threat?
Bitch, I'm on one
Yeah, you f*ckin' with the wrong, wrong one
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Little echoes (wrong one, wrong one)
Yeah, you f*ckin' with the wrong, wrong one
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh (bitch, I'm on one)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh (yeah)
Uh, uh-uh, uh (yeah, ayo, uh)

Ayo, what's the deal? Mind too active, can't sit still
I kinda feel like I just took a limitless pill
I'm Captain Mercer on the beat, watch me murder the Krill
That's a sci-fi reference, nerd shit my preference
Family is the only thing that matters, bitch, I'm Stefan
I can't believe at first sight you thought I was Steve
Bitch, I'll orphan you, shapeshift and morph into your mom
Slit your throat and make it look like she's the one that committed the crime
You know I'm too committed to rhyme since my first show in Chicago
Never throwin' shade, we keepin' it light like vitiligo
Chain around my neck glisten like El Dorado
Can't f*ck bitches with baggage, you married a ho with cargo
Bitches be jumpin' ship, word to Argo
If you don't understand that line, no need for an apology
You stupid motherf*cker, I'm referencin' Greek mythology
I never went to college, B
And made millions while you pissed like you majored in urology
Now logically, I'm the top MC
How dare you got the nerve to bring that weak shit, neuropathy
Ain't no stoppin' me
Even if you stand on my grave, you're never toppin' me

Down, down, that's how we get down
Down, yeah, yeah, you know we get down
Pick the mic up and then we get down, down
So high up that it's down

Wow, my shit so profound
Wow, y'all done bit the whole style
Wow, I don't trip, I just smile
Murderous shit, I fit the profile
Murder was the case, had that shit on tape
Play this in the whip, man, that shit gon' crank
You steady talkin' shit like your shit don't stank (uh-huh, uh-huh)
News flash, buddy, we the shit, move right

From irrelevant back to relevant in a matter of seconds
Shattered misconceptions
Misdirected, in-headed in my direction
Intelligent and I'm tellin' it
Droppin' heavy shit that's still heaven sent
The freshest prince, utmost, definite, deadin' it
'Fore niggas can't fathom who they effin' with
Raw, no condom, you still can't come correct with it
I represent a specialist of artists who never charted
But never parted, often regarded as the hardest
As the autumn falls in, tell the wind I never fail
Leaves do, emcees too, but the pros propel
Don't tell, another cup of double-XL, trouble for sale
Back bustin' a couple of shells, for Durell
Logic asked me, "What the deal?"
Back then, it was a film per album plus a couple mil'
Plug pulled the rug from up under my wheels
Humbly kill, stomach and pills, fumblin' bills, shit
Killed the player like Jada did Will Smith
For tryna play the same game, nigga, you will quit
I still spit, like it's flegm in my throat, 'til I'm a ghost
Still not a G.O.A.T. but I feel like the G.O.A.T, end of my quote, go

Bitch, I'm on one
Yeah, you f*ckin' with the wrong, wrong one
Bitch, I'm on one, bitch, I'm on one
Yeah, you f*ckin' with the wrong one, with the wrong one, one, one
Yeah, you f*ckin' with
You f*ckin' with, you f*ckin' with
You f*ckin' with the wrong, wrong one
You f*ckin' with, you f*ckin' with
You f*ckin' with the wrong, wrong one

---

Carnival

Yeah, I like this
It's like, like it creepin' up on 'em, haha

What makes a MC? Let's raise this entry
For me, once embraced, left states in a frenzy
Faces envy with the grace of Pimp C
It's never complicated, the basics been me
From straight with ten Gs to racin' Bentleys
School from the jump to lace 'em gently
Convince me, who cooler out in Aruba?
Blowin' ounces with Buddha, I know the routes, the maneuver, pursuer
Let's speak about it, I keep a stylist
From eatin' phallus to fornicatin' at Caesar's Palace
Balance, both feet on the concrete
Calm and meek, though that heat is in my arm reach
From Palms Beach to the pretty sands in the Turks
Fifty grand disperse, never plan for the worst
Let me work (haha), I wrote it just how I quote it
It's hopeless tryna decode it, I'm Moses now for the moment

Yeah, ayo, life's a bitch, we knew that
Guns drawn, where the loot at?
Chillin' at the crib bumpin' Lupe and Lootpack
Rhymin' since 2001, I'm Stanley Kubrick
Shinin' with my eyes wide shut like it's clockwork
Full metal jackets got you walkin' awkward
Rappin' is a way of life, all this money just a perk
Go bezerk on the beat, machine work
'Til I'm spacin' out like Captain Kirk, wanna know my net worth?
Motherf*cker got ten milli', that's cute, you ain't in my network
My money Oceans Eleven, y'all snatchin' a purse
Black and white like Clerks
Take 'em to church with the verse
Choppin' samples with Doc in another universe
It's God level, the rebel nobody could rebel
I'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson, you f*ckin' pebble
Presidential with the bezel, never one to embezzle
My dick big, my money gross, let's toast to excess
Peep the success, bitch, I'm in the middle of Little Italy
Literally, no way you could ever get rid of me
'Cause I started from the bottom, the basement, the f*ckin' garbage
Now I'm on top and you talkin' shit, hell nah, bitch
You mad that I'm rich, you mad that I made it
I'll rub it in your face and paint it in your blood just to illustrate it
Leave these pussies castrated and faces exacerbated
Spend all day talkin' about me, you fascinated
I rip your intestines out of your abdomen through your asshole
And choke you with 'em, I'm sicker than Venom
I'll murder you like OGs in prison do to child molesters and rapists of women
I'ma beast shark that grew legs and evolved from swimmin'
You know I started from the bottom, flows, I got 'em
Bars, I got 'em, yeah, you know I f*ckin' got 'em
Leave you stutterin' to g-g-get shit out like Joe Biden
Ridin' in the whip with the homies on some m.A.A.d city shit
This that gritty shit, Brooklyn '95, New York City shit
You can hate me now, P. Diddy shit
I started from the bottom, man, I really did
And everything they say is true when you get really big, I made it (Funkmaster Flex)

Ooh, AZ
I heard it, I see it
Logic, that's a verse
That is a verse, that, wow

---

Lena's Insight (Skit)

Alright, those are my two thoughts
They feel pretty honest to where I'm at right now, hahaha
Holdin' up mirrors and just workin' through things
If you wanted to shorten something, let me know
If you wanna edit it and play with it, cool
But I think that's really where I'm at right now
In terms of, you know, the artist's journey
You know, and why we do what we do
And that's a really big thing for me as of late
Like, not doin' work to feel validated
That's a big thing for me at the moment
Like, I don't wanna like, do anything so people can go
"Oh, I like that, oh, that's cool"
It's more about "Oh, shit, okay, alright, I'ma sit with that"
Hahaha, um, that to me is more interesting
Um, and this is not for your album
This is just me tellin' you about the two things I've just said
And of course you're gonna be like
"Oh, there's some cool stuff in this too"
But, yeah, I just try not to do it for applause, man
Mmm-mmm, couldn't do it for applause
Then you gotta catch the tomatoes they throw at you too
Alright, love you, brother, peace

---

Vinyl Days

Yeah-yeah, yeah
Vinyl Days
DJ Premier
That's my homie, that's my idol
On the road to success but y'all idle
6ix on the beat, Rattpack, motherf*cker, let's go
Here we go, let's get it all

All I need is one mic, one pen, one page to ignite
Subject matter heavy but the flow is MC Lyte
You mad as f*ck, all you see is red like a conservative
All the critics do is talk, I'm really not concerned with it
Hella tired and we can make your residency permanent
Several shots, they tyin' up your body with a tourniquet
Let 'em rock, it's obvious that he don't know who turn it is
Keep my circle tight-knit 'cause people move deceitful
Money and greed will expose you to the root of evil
Already proved myself, not worried 'bout who's my equal
Far from an anti-vaxxer but I moved the needle
Shit got me wonderin' if what I do is legal
F*ck it, I'm goin' a hunnid in this Buick Regal
F*ck it, I'm goin' a hunnid playin' I'm Beanie Sigel
You still run that old game, like a Neo Geo
You lookin' for me? I'ma be in Rio
Sunbathin' off the coast, sippin' Pinot Grigio
Out the country so much they like, "Easy, gringo"
Straight off the two-track, don't need a single
Travelled abroad for my catalog
With all this money, recording raps on my Macintosh, call it Apple sauce
Even with the cameras off, I be spazzin', dawg
Drum machine, analog, the North Face camouflage
That lo-fi dusty, Panasonic with the trackin' off
Marijuana smoke fill the air like L.A. traffic smog
Come on, homie, listen to the voice of reason
Yeah, you talk a lot of shit but don't want the beef like a vegan
Was passin' through like the aux channel
And then I fell asleep on you, shit, we call you the golf channel
I'm barbecue grillin' these rappers in Croc sandals
Got money to cop Lambos but I'd rather chop samples
Many lines, many rhymes, shit gutter like Pennywise
Shoutout Big Brother, got many eyes
I'm like Malcolm peekin' through the mini-blinds
F*ckin' with Logic, that's the reason that you stop breathing
Cardiac arrest caught you at your chest
Should've wore a vest, now you all a mess
You no kind of threat, you should've worn a dress
Polo high-tech with the navy crest
Cut from the cloth you couldn't thread with a needle
Bought the shit at Fred Segal, got your bitch spread eagle
The revolution won't be televised, they tellin' lies
They wanna strip your soul away and lead you to a well that's dry
That's why we in the kitchen cookin', know you smell the vibes
And stick to your ribs shit, no frozen fries, go against the gang, get pulverized
I'm at the crib watch-watchin' Cobra Kai, thinkin' to myself, "God damn, how old am I?"
Rose through depression like a rose, I was destined
Your boy reach his goals like D-Rose with the left hand
When life takes a toll, I suppose it's a lesson
Question, how you woke but you slept in?
Treddin' on your rappers like Midas for over ten years
Without changin' tires, shit, I should probably check the mileage
Back on my hustle, got packs in the duffle
Push rhymes like weight, yeah, you know I'm taxin' you double
I'm in the pocket like a runnin' back, run it back
I bought your new shit, hey, run me my money back
Fly by night, this that flight like Mike
ESPN, better get those highlights right
Perform better when the lights shine bright
You lookin' like food, it might get fried like rice
Throw on a chef apron and I turn into Gordon Ramsey
I seen cats sell they whole soul for a Camry
I seen your favorite artists do the most just for Grammys
I seen a grown man lyin' just to get to panties
I'm cookin' like grannies, the recipe is sick and we got extras in the pantry
I'm goin' Super Saiyan just to represent the family
I think that's why the haters can't stand me
I'm not the socialite type, but my vocals quite right
I'm still spittin' raps like it's Open Mic night
I'm still gettin' play from the hoes you might like
I'm still gettin' paid off the flows you probably bite
It's Logic (yeah-yeah-yeah)

See, see, see, see, see the bigger picture so we can profit all around
This is for my real hip hop fans
I, I want that real back, back when you would feel tracks (yeah-yeah-yeah)
See, see, see, see, see the bigger picture so we can profit all around (yeah-yeah-yeah)
This is for my real hip hop fans
I, I want that real back, back when you would feel tracks
I, I want that, I, I want that real
I, I want that real back, back when you would feel tracks
I, I want that real, real, real, real back
I, I want that real back, back when you would feel tracks
This is Logic
This is Logic
This is Lo-, Lo-, Logic

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I guess I love it

I snatched the mic off LL's arm and strangled Canibus with it
Sit with the body for seven days and just smoke cannabis with it
I told Logic, logically, I shouldn't be on this with him
'Cause I'm way too disrespectful and I was just bein' honest with him
The black sheep, mmm-hmm, and the G.O.A.T., mmm-hmm
Michael Jordan, mmm-hmm, Manigault, mmm-hmm
Before that ship sails, I tip scales and man the boat
Fish scale weigh ten whales and, um, handle dope
Kyrie and the pope, mmm-hmm, poetic justice
2Pac, Maya Angelou, let us deconstruct it
Take the ass shots out of hip-hop and, um, reconstruct it
Give me your Slick Rick chains and Rakim's beeper buzzin'
Give me the velour sweatsuit on Stillmatic and Ether bussin'
Give me the Annie sample on Hard Knock Life and the deep discussions
That Malcolm had with Cassius Clay, Same Cooke, and Jim Brown
I'm them now, especially when the hotel lights get dimmed down in Miami, whoa, shit

Logic
Logically, chronically, sonically (you, you, you, you, you, haha)

Ayy, I could give a f*ck about this rap shit, homie
Logic finally out the deal but the shit feel phony
Kind of feel like I'm back in the basement again
I make a masterpiece easy like I'm tracin' it in
Life's a trip though
Cash is dead, I took my money to the crypto
Blast the feds and now I'm reloadin' the clip though
Hahah, alright, oh my God, sippin' La Tâche, feelin' posh
Flow so ill, that shit was born in the triage
I got more tracks than heroin addicts
When my son goes to sleep, he uses his sound machine
But as a child, through my teens, all I heard was automatics
That was just the lifestyle, no way you could combat it
They said I couldn't, said I won't
I think I'm rappin' like I don't give a f*ck 'cause I don't
Got a million platinum plaques and billions in streams
I used to think this shit was the definition of dreams
Now I understand that none of that is what it seems
It won't fulfill you, but it'll fill you full up off emptiness
If that's the only reason that you doin' it
Well, I get it, and I'm still here doin' it
I guess I love it, ha

Just me and my fleet, y'all, we'll defeat y'all
Livin' how we're livin', not at all for you
Finally on my feet, y'all, been on the beach, y'all
Lookin' at the sky and the stars above
Just me and my fleet, y'all, we'll defeat y'all
Livin' how we're livin', not at all for you
Finally on my feet, y'all, been on the beach, y'all
Lookin' at the sky and the stars above

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Sayonara

Ayo, for real, look, let me just say this
I wanna say I love Def Jam, Def Jam changed my f*cking life
There's definitely some f*ckboys in that building
Some suits wearing ties and shit
But there's some real good-ass f*cking people, man
Steve Bartels, Faisel, Jeff
F*cking Justin Duran, Dave Bell
Chris Atlas, David Amaya
I could f*cking go on bro, Lory, Peter, Kate and Gabe
We gon' get into the rest later, man, but I f*cking love y'all
Let's get to this shit, here we go

This my Friday Night Lights, track nineteen
From major to independent, as sightseen, my Ultralight Beam
I ain't finna go into the discrepancies of my deal
Like the millions that y'all owe me, I gotta audit y'all for real
But you changed my life, that's my word
Took a young kid out of Gaithersburg, and you'll never know
What it means for a kid in his teens and his entire team
To go from open mics to actually living they dreams
This a "thank you" to the people in the building
For helping me build the empire that I'm still building
Diddy said a rapper only gets five years, we doubled that
Independent now, won't double back
I'm reppin' BMG, yeah, I'm the Big Money Getter
F*ck the pop shit, remember Logic as a spitter
Just a kid having fun when I step to the mic
That's why I never understood the hate I get when I write
Back when posting new songs on Internet rap forums
All the way to talking shit the first night I sold out The Forum
But they hated Jesus, homie
I ain't comparing, I'm just reasoning, homie
I'm just tryna set an example
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's the line-up
First album, the EP was No I.D
Last album, the executive producer is me, I'm set free
Sayonara

So the crazy shit is right, like, when we was shopping deals
Mike, Mike Caren over at Atlantic, he offered me a deal for thirty grand
I was like f*ck no, hahaha, shoutout Mike, though
Some independent label offered us one-point-five, and we was like nah
But Def Jam hit me up, you know what I'm saying?
Noah Preston my A&R for ten f*cking years, bro
He linked me with No I.D., man, and I was like, "Yo, No I.D.?
That's Ye, that's Jay, that's Common, homie, how could we not?"
And we signed a deal, we inked that shit up, bro
Maurice Frazier, Lisa Bronson, Jason Peerless
F*cking Liza, Nakeisha, Mario, Ryan
Cordon, I could go on
Lynn Gonzalez, yo, Lynn Gonzalez
Ian, you motherf*cker with the samples
Ian be listening to shit that ain't even a sample
He's like, "This shit's a sample"
I be like, "Ian, shut the f*ck up, bro"
I love y'all, Antoinette, Donna, Jamie, Stephanie
Jenny, Paul, all you motherf*ckers know who y'all at
And legal, man, album delivery, I f*cking love y'all
Everybody at f*cking A&R, admin, samples
PR, marketing, the execs, f*cking Barry White's old ass
That motherf*cker took care of me, man, he signed me
I remember seeing a Britney Spears f*cking plaque
She went f*cking diamond
I asked Chris Zarou, my manager at VMG
I said, "What the f*ck is diamond?", he said, "Bro, ten times platinum"
I'll never forget I said never, bro, "Never, I'm not gonna go diamond"
1-800 almost diamond, what up? Haha, billions of streams
Everybody in sales and commerce, DDC, Marcus
Scott, Bobby, f*cking Theta, Mac, Eric, Fred Thomas
All y'all, sorry for the first name basis but I f*ck with y'all
Everybody at Radio, man
First of all, let me start this shit off with Noah Sheer, Gaithersburg's own
We went to f*cking Summit Hall Elementary School, bro
I mean you like ninety years older than me but it's all good
Nicky Farag stepping up in the ranks, I love you shawty
Lory LaMattina, Keith Rothschild, f*cking Rick Sackheim the God
Mundo Garcia, boy
Get a bigger pair of pants, your shit look like it's painted on
Sonny D, my f*cking brother, Britney, Scott, Chico, EP
Like, Rodney, Rosie, Rozzy, hahaha, Brian, International, Mike Alexander
Marissa, Mira, Art, Ty
That's all I gotta say, Ty Lindsey, that's it
Finance, f*cking finance, Jen Hersh
Melissa Bernal, I love y'all
Tour Marketing, Albert, Albert Cook
Shervah Edwards, video, oh, Millie, gotta love Millie
Millie was always on, on the sets like
"Alright, make sure the Red Bull can is exactly in front of the shot"
I was like, "Millie, get the f*ck out of here"
Remy, Carolyn, Yolanda, Nadeen
And of course, of course
Deborah at the sample team, I f*cking love you, Deborah
I don't even gotta say your full name, you are a goddess
Nicole Pastine (and of course the homie Xavier)
Rapping is my passion, I love y'all, man, look
This what I'ma say about Def Jam, look, man
We had some ups and downs, you know what I'm saying?
My first album, I was getting sued by some f*ckboy
And y'all was tryna get me to change my name and shit
I spent my whole f*cking career, this who I was
Y'all trying get me to change my name
Y'all wasn't tryna put out my album so we did the while-you-wait shit
We went on tour, you know what I'm saying?
But eventually shit worked out
But even with that, you motherf*ckers
You know, you under shipped me and shit
And that's what I'll say
I don't, I really wholeheartedly don't believe that was none of the people I just named either, man
Everybody, I f*ck with y'all, I rock with y'all
Any other f*ckboys behind the scenes, y'all could suck a dick
Eat my whole f*cking ballsack, man
This industry is f*cked up
The wildest shit is I'ma say this, man
This whole industry is musical chairs, yo
Cats like Steve Bartels, Faisel, Jeff Harleston, man
They, they the real ones, you know what I mean
But like motherf*ckers be so in-and-out, that's why I didn't stay with Def Jam
I went to Def Jam after ten years on the label, because I owed them that
I was like, "Okay, so what's up? We signing another deal?"
They ain't even get back to me in time
So I went somewhere else and I don't know who butthurt or what
I could give a f*ck, man
All I'ma say is I love y'all who rock with me
I love y'all who took care of me
I love y'all who f*cking drove me from New York to Boston to do
Radio interviews and shit, man
I appreciate y'all
It's been a, it's been a dope time on this major label shit, you know what I'm saying?
I've made millions and millions of dollars for y'all, hahaha
And, uh, we've had some good memories
I love you, I appreciate you
My only regret is I ain't get to really f*ck with Tunji like that
We doing this last album, you know what I'm saying?
But Tunji, man, that's the God, he's here for the culture
Yo man, you're a f*cking G bro
Much love to Lucian
I appreciate all the f*cking millions of dollars that you gave me to make these records, hahaha
Independent shit next
VMG, VMG, Bobby Boy
Sayonara

Logic as a rapper is an anomaly, a person who is out of time
Living in the present you know rooted in the past
But, uh, a traditionalist who believes in the future
Who believes in what hip-hop was and can still be
So we're here in this modern time
Thinking about and listening to the development of hip-hop and it's future all at once
I think that a lot of people in the modern sense of the word get caught up in how fleeting time is
And they believe that what's happening right in front of them
Is the most immediate thing and it's the most meaningful thing
And they have to engage what's happening in the moment
Because the moment's gonna be gone and then they're not gonna care
Or no one else around them is gonna care
And I think we forget that great experiences in the, in humanity
Go on for decades, centuries, sometimes millennia
Before we really know how to make sense of them
And so, in the same way that the monks in the dark ages were keeping records and saving books
You know, it is important for us to really make sense of
One of Americas great folk musics, and that's hip-hop
And there's very few people who care enough to actually keep the form going
While trying to push it forward
Logic's one of those dudes
And the reason Madlib and I decided that we wanted to work with him
Is because he came through with a true sincerity and appreciation for the form
And for all of the people that make it
And like a true understanding of craft and like, who's doing what
And how their technique is either important, relevant
Something that needs to be preserved or not
And I remind myself that even though hip-hop seems to me
In my mid forties, to be an old thing because it's been around since the early '70s
It's actually just in its infancy
And if it's not for people like Logic tryna keep this tradition alive
We're not really gonna know even shortly after, what's supposed to come
Um, this hopefully is an art form that's gonna outlast
All these art forms that preceded it and formed it
And we're only gonna know that if people who truly have the passion, belief
And the proficiency, the musical acumen
To hold the form, hold it dear
And at the same time not be so reverent to it and push it forward
Are there to show us the way
So hopefully he's one of these dudes, I have that belief