You have interfered with our affairs for the last time
Yeah, yeah
Ch-ch-check, mic check, one, two
Straight from the underground type shit
When I write shit, yeah, type shit, ayo (ayo)
Behind the mic or on the MPC is where you'll find him
F*cking waste of life, you should've died in the condom
Seventeen days, your whole shit beyond too weak
I grip the mic and blow the spot like plastique
The bomb atomically, the lyrical anomaly
Bitch, I'm on one
Yeah, you f*cking with the wrong one
I wrote this shit backstage in an arena
Pep and Jordan sippin' Pellegrino, never Aquafina
Been through a lot of pain, yeah, that's word to Gina
I grip the mic like a machete, f*ck
Grip the mic like a machete, get ready, don't do me petty
Or I'll do you like Bruce Willis did that boy Zeddy
Feeling arrogant, all up in your system like heroin, it's easy
Know my beats bumpin' like Deezy
"Wu Tang Forever," get the C.R.e.a.m., shit's breezy
Whip out my dick, how it taste?
I'm cummin' on your face, I'm a savage, your shit is average
Yeah, ha, on this day, we become legendary
Everything we dreamed of, bitch, I creamed up and rolled out
Illest motherf*cker on the scene, don't bring yo' hoe out
Louis on my feet, best believe I'ma show out
My shit bananas, no doubt, huh
Yeah, you bet' not bring your hoe out
You motherf*ckers ain't got no clout
Kick in the door, waving the .44
Bobby-boy ain't never rap on some shit like this before
Contradictin' himself on every other song
I got different calls for different occasions
Your shit is amazing, now let me run that shit back, I f*cked up
Listen, listen, ayo, contradictin' himself on every other song
I got different moves for different occasions, my shit is amazing
Barely scratching the surface, I'm barely f*cking grazing
On the beat machine, dropping gems like back raisin
I gotta leave the booth 'cause my homeboy's blazing
Tryna get so hot and not a f*ckin' thing faze him
From the underground (underground)
And we're uh-, from the un-
Uh-uh, from the underground (underground)
If-if we're un-
Logic - Ultra Violent Lyrics
Logic - Ultra Violent Lyrics
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You have interfered with our affairs for the last time
Yeah, yeah
Ch-ch-check, mic check, one, two
Straight from the underground type shit
When I write shit, yeah, type shit, ayo (ayo)
Behind the mic or on the MPC is where you'll find him
F*cking waste of life, you should've died in the condom
Seventeen days, your whole shit beyond too weak
I grip the mic and blow the spot like plastique
The bomb atomically, the lyrical anomaly
Bitch, I'm on one
Yeah, you f*cking with the wrong one
I wrote this shit backstage in an arena
Pep and Jordan sippin' Pellegrino, never Aquafina
Been through a lot of pain, yeah, that's word to Gina
I grip the mic like a machete, f*ck
Grip the mic like a machete, get ready, don't do me petty
Or I'll do you like Bruce Willis did that boy Zeddy
Feeling arrogant, all up in your system like heroin, it's easy
Know my beats bumpin' like Deezy
"Wu Tang Forever," get the C.R.e.a.m., shit's breezy
Whip out my dick, how it taste?
I'm cummin' on your face, I'm a savage, your shit is average
Yeah, ha, on this day, we become legendary
Everything we dreamed of, bitch, I creamed up and rolled out
Illest motherf*cker on the scene, don't bring yo' hoe out
Louis on my feet, best believe I'ma show out
My shit bananas, no doubt, huh
Yeah, you bet' not bring your hoe out
You motherf*ckers ain't got no clout
Kick in the door, waving the .44
Bobby-boy ain't never rap on some shit like this before
Contradictin' himself on every other song
I got different calls for different occasions
Your shit is amazing, now let me run that shit back, I f*cked up
Listen, listen, ayo, contradictin' himself on every other song
I got different moves for different occasions, my shit is amazing
Barely scratching the surface, I'm barely f*cking grazing
On the beat machine, dropping gems like back raisin
I gotta leave the booth 'cause my homeboy's blazing
Tryna get so hot and not a f*ckin' thing faze him
From the underground (underground)
And we're uh-, from the un-
Uh-uh, from the underground (underground)
If-if we're un-
Yeah, yeah
Ch-ch-check, mic check, one, two
Straight from the underground type shit
When I write shit, yeah, type shit, ayo (ayo)
Behind the mic or on the MPC is where you'll find him
F*cking waste of life, you should've died in the condom
Seventeen days, your whole shit beyond too weak
I grip the mic and blow the spot like plastique
The bomb atomically, the lyrical anomaly
Bitch, I'm on one
Yeah, you f*cking with the wrong one
I wrote this shit backstage in an arena
Pep and Jordan sippin' Pellegrino, never Aquafina
Been through a lot of pain, yeah, that's word to Gina
I grip the mic like a machete, f*ck
Grip the mic like a machete, get ready, don't do me petty
Or I'll do you like Bruce Willis did that boy Zeddy
Feeling arrogant, all up in your system like heroin, it's easy
Know my beats bumpin' like Deezy
"Wu Tang Forever," get the C.R.e.a.m., shit's breezy
Whip out my dick, how it taste?
I'm cummin' on your face, I'm a savage, your shit is average
Yeah, ha, on this day, we become legendary
Everything we dreamed of, bitch, I creamed up and rolled out
Illest motherf*cker on the scene, don't bring yo' hoe out
Louis on my feet, best believe I'ma show out
My shit bananas, no doubt, huh
Yeah, you bet' not bring your hoe out
You motherf*ckers ain't got no clout
Kick in the door, waving the .44
Bobby-boy ain't never rap on some shit like this before
Contradictin' himself on every other song
I got different calls for different occasions
Your shit is amazing, now let me run that shit back, I f*cked up
Listen, listen, ayo, contradictin' himself on every other song
I got different moves for different occasions, my shit is amazing
Barely scratching the surface, I'm barely f*cking grazing
On the beat machine, dropping gems like back raisin
I gotta leave the booth 'cause my homeboy's blazing
Tryna get so hot and not a f*ckin' thing faze him
From the underground (underground)
And we're uh-, from the un-
Uh-uh, from the underground (underground)
If-if we're un-
Writer: Robert Hall
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC