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[intro: tim westwood]
yo it’s tim westwood tv
going back in with my man logic
from the crib, to capital xtra
let’s go fam!

[logic]
alright, oh man
i’mma f-ck this up, here we go
check, ch-check, ch-check yeah, yeah, yeah
okay, now take a trip inside my mind like you was off to venice
it’s me and b-i-g l-n-b-o cooking like chemists
take them back to way back when like dennis, the menace
causing mayhem on the come up like a young apprentice
smoking weed and getting higher than a flight attendant
hip-hop descendant, gold jesus on my pendant
got to pull it out for everyone that’s in attendance
okay, back in the day as a college park tenant
still can’t believe i didn’t get a shorty pregnant
man, that’s the definition of a life sentence
a whole lot of beef, no bread, no lettuce
cause i couldn’t keep it in my briefs, man that’s pathetic
f-ck all that back and forth, this ain’t a game of tennis
i’ll be in my mothaf-ckin’ chamber like the senate
scared to go outside but i know i can’t prevent it
i’m, forever alone in my mind
see i’m a self diagnosed hypochondriac
either at the crib, or on the tour bus is where you’ll find me at
i swear that i got it, yes i got it over here
but i swear that i’m not that neurotic over here
check it, s’over here check it, s’over here tougher, s’over here check it
i said tougher than raw denim, my flow you can’t identify
talib said it best back in the day, we just tryna get by
two words, mos def, in my headphones
black on one side, now i’m in another zone
switch flows, f-ck ’em up
play the game, run ’em up
yeah i sold a couple records but people don’t give a f-ck
all the people want is real
guess that’s why logic appeal
hold up tell me how that feel, holdie to the
racism on television and in magazines
paying taxes so soldiers don’t run out of magazines, god d-mn
country don’t give a f-ck who i am
just a youngin’ on the rise with a mic in my hand
check it, yeah, so check it, so check it
i gotta spit it, gotta rip it, i gotta keep it goin’
i’m flowin’ strictly off of the top of the dome, they knowin’, can i get it?
the l-o-g-i-c i’m reppin’ m-d
i said it once i said it twince, i gotta check it yeah
i know something is wrong
i know something is wrong
i know something is wrong
i can tell in this song
i’m feeling h-lla faded
no i never evade it
the second i get it i spit it, i rip it, i gotta do it yeah
we on and on, we on this westwood
feelin’ h-lla good
jumped across the pond
word is born when i spit it
let this motherf-cker drop the bomb
sh-t is h-lla crazy, we out in london, where we come from
this is how we do it, get it done yeah and then some
what you call me? they know the name, i gotta spit the game
this is how we do it, visionary music group
all the day, v’s up
plus that def jam, i know who i am
i’m the motherf-cking man, god d-mn yes it’s logic
cool, i’m feeling good with that
swag

- logic

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