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  • Текст песни Logic - BackPack

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    Yeah
    I'm a just go in on this joint right now for y'all
    All my lyricism heads where y'all at?

    [Verse 1:]
    I spit fifties and shit hundreds
    Do shit that's undid
    Spontaneously combust in these bitches guts
    I get em wet, no need to touch
    Break they back like dutches
    Keep em close like the toast I clutch
    Never the less
    I'm never depressed
    I keep feelings suppressed
    One of the best but need to listen if I'm a progress
    I'm ready to live, I'm ready to die, I'm ready to ride for rap
    I said it on a record, now I can't take it back
    Stop, I shut it down like a bloodclot
    Smoke emcees, like a fuckin bumbaclot
    Mic check, I come to catch wreck
    Death before dishonor so I'm coming for your neck
    I pop emcees like Hymens
    Y'all glass posing in stubs but I'm a diamond
    I reckon you need to listen
    I'm never dissin'
    Unless your shit is wack, I'll beat you into submission
    Catch me fishin
    Cause I'm eating for a lifetime
    Wisdom in my mind
    I'm a star watch me shine
    Fucking your bitch from behind
    Record it and hit rewind
    I'm nasty, construct rhymes like rhinoplasty
    A hip-hop statute
    Rhymes coming at you, God bless you
    When I kick wisdom it never stress you or test you
    Unless you a dumb motherfucker

    We gon' get into it like this

    [Verse 2:]
    Said this is mathematic tactics
    Murder this rap shit
    Intravenously inject my prophylactics
    Inhale my words like a fresh batch of Vicks
    Similar to black ice cause the flow so slick
    What's up, rappers hear the rhyme they slit they wrists up
    Do a whole 'lotta talking, no rapping like fisticuffs
    Yeah, turn my headphones up
    That's all you sayin' but I'm sprayin' and I can't get enough
    Raw, rugged and rough
    My alter ego, Mr.Tough
    I'll call your bluff
    Face to face never snuff
    I murder you with predicate poetic balletic shit
    No mercy cause if I grip the mic they might curse me
    Da Vinci flow
    Before I grip the mic I'm in control
    Before I manifested tendons I was rhyming as a embryo
    Living in vertigo
    Half of these fuckers don't know
    It's Logic
    I said it's Logic

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