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logic - no biggie lyrics
[intro:]
yeah, my name is riley, son
but you know what n-gg-s call me?
aka, riley escobar, know what i’m saying?
cause i be in the streets you know?
i got all kinds of names like hr paper stacks
uh, also known as aka horse choker, uh
[verse 1: logic]
hey, yo, i’ll chop you up in sixteen pieces
in front of your nieces, while i’m eating reese’s
and won’t even offer them any, yes i spit plenty
this is east coast flow at its finest
in the studio, where you find us, put a bullet where your spine is
at sixteen i was skipping school and smoking chronic
while you was learning about english, big l was teaching ebonics
i spit fire so demonic, writing code like i’m masonite
a jedi master breaking it down like old plaster
no medication for this track cause this is how a psycho rips
my bank account is like a cino bolt, your pocket’s microchips, uh
motherf-cker, i dare you to test it, hope you’re well rested
whoop your -ss and get arrested, in a double breasted
louis vuitton diamond encrested tailor made suit
now that’s all sinatra everything
i explode like hollow tips on contact
chronologically murder schmoe there’s no bringing joe back
puffing cubans and sipping cognac
mafietic mentality, introduce me to this beat and it’s fatality
i kill mics like conrad murray
sharp like hanzo steel, the rest is obtuse
i get loose when sipping goose and rhyme like doc seuss
flow tight like noose, whoop -ss like bruce, no time for a truce
alphabetical mathematic addict
i spit sixteens so erratic you think it was a semi-automatic
i know by now you thinking “oh my god, he let them have it”
but that was just a loan, time to collect like i’m capone
reep what i’ve sewn, in other words that is the throne
chilling while homies smoking marijuan’
if you thinking that this sh-t is wack well then you’re dead wrong
cause for every emotion and every mood i have a song
for the club, for the streets, for the whip and for the sheets
cause this is where intellect and versatility meets
i’m young sinatra, backstage chilling with bobbysoxers
i got ya
[outro:]
yeah!
you wanna f-ck with us?!
f-ck with us, yeah!?
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