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logic - '95 tip كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
this right here, homie
this that first take sh-t, you know what i’m saying?
for my real heads
all my real hip hop motherf-ckers, they know they’re roots sh-t
you know what i mean?
so we gon’ get it like this
let that beat drop, psychological

[verse 1]
i spit fifties and sh-t hundreds
do sh-t that’s undid
spontaneously combust in these b-tches guts
i get ’em wet, no need to touch
break their 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’ma 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 mcs, like a f-ckin bumbaclot
mic check, i come to catch wreck
death before dishonor so i’m coming for your neck
i pop mcs like hymens
y’all gl-ss posing in studs but i’m a diamond
now recon, you need to listen
i’m never dissin’
unless your sh-t 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
f-cking your b-tch from behind, record it and hit rewind
i’m nasty, construct rhymes like rhinoplasty
a hip-hop statue
rhymes coming at you, god bless you
when i kick wisdom it never stress you or test you
unless you a dumb -ss motherf-cker

[break]
(psychological) yeah, no want no more
f-ck it, ayo

[verse 2]
said this is mathematic tactics
murder this rap sh-t
intravenously inject my prophylactics
inhale my words like a fresh batch of vicks
similar to black ice ’cause the flow so sl1ck
what’s up, rappers hear the rhyme they slit they wrists up
do a whole ‘lotta talking, no rapping like fisticuffs
ah, 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 sh-t
no mercy ’cause if i grip the mic they might curse me
da vinci flow, when i grip the mic i’m in control
before i manifested tendons i was rhyming as a embryo
living in vertigo, half of these f-ckers don’t know

[outro]
yeah, all day. drop tracks like that, all nuts in. maryland stand up, that’s it. i’m out, peace, one love. f-ck if you doubt me
(you are watching a master at work)
todd? todd? would you care for a gl-ss of grape juice?
i said, what?
n-gga, what the f-ck is juice?
i want some grape drink, baby

- logic

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