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  • Текст песни Logic - Nasty

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    [Verse 1]
    It’s funny how your role model just outdated, becomes the old model
    At the hotel, asking for mo' bottles
    Ménage et plus one - I’m fucking fo' models
    Wordplay that elevates minds like Aristotle
    Murci-lago, whipping through Chicago
    All these beautiful women follow wherever I go
    Million-dollar deals on the table
    Just a couple years ago I couldn’t pay for cable
    Growing up surrounded by 'caine like I was Abel
    Shit was unstable, now Visionary's the label
    Plus Def Jam, know who I am
    I’m that motherfucker that do it just ’cause I can
    Now I’m on a level that your elevator can’t reach
    I’ve got information that the school system doesn’t teach
    I've got verses that your Sunday service wouldn’t dare to preach
    Second-coming-of-Christ flow, they like, "Whoa!"
    Rapture you with lyricism, kidnap your soul
    And changed your mind like I’m penetrating your skull
    I seen shit John Lennon couldn’t imagine
    Just me and a mic on a main stage, spazzing
    It’s the type of shit normal people can’t even fathom
    So much swag, kiss your bitch and she orgasms
    I’m hazardous, you would have sworn I was from Nazareth
    I’m resurrecting hip-hop like it was Lazarus

    [Verse 2]
    Step to the mic and they gon' dread it like Weezy
    Man this industry is so damn greasy
    Swaggin' on the track, they say I sound like Yeezy
    But I don't give a fuck cause gettin' money too easy
    21st century, doing something mean to it
    Play this in the south and everybody gonna lean to it
    "Greatest of all time" has got a nice ring to it
    We do it for the music, money ain't a thing to us
    Been shining muhfucka what's bling to us
    Most loved, most hated at the same time
    Star player in this bitch and it's game time
    Who you know lyrically killed the club in the same rhyme?
    They call me Logic, motherfucker, better know the name
    I spit crack like Pusha (Yuugh!), Novocaine
    We never dumb it down, you know we just numb it down
    And watch you get up in your feelings when we come around
    Grew up on section 8, you probably can't relate
    ‘Cause y’all just watched the throne, I’m tryna checkmate
    I been shinin since before I brought them diamonds in, and
    They talk that shit, they talk that shit, it’s so astonishing
    Y’all better swallow that pride like a klonopin
    Cause I can lay tracks with my eyes closed, Chinaman

    [Verse 3]
    Got a show in LA Sunday, then New York Monday
    Looking at the BET cypher like I’ll be there one day
    It’s the Roc reincarnated, we call it Visionary
    Fuck the world ’til I’m on top, we call that missionary
    The game’s on pause, it need to load again
    These rappers is reruns and we need a new episode again
    Yeah, well motherfucker, this the pilot
    So fly I recorded this on the PJ next to the pilot on a CB
    Now you see me on the TV
    Said this would happen back in the day but you ain’t believe me
    So um, I'mma keep rising to the top
    Never stop and finger fuck the world ’til the day my album drop

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