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nitin randhawa - logic - perfect (nitin randhawa remix) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
nitin randhawa
you are watching a master at work
nitin randhawa

[verse 1 : logic & juicy j]
b_tch, i did it, i made it, i’m loved and i’m hated
i started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated
they say, “drink to your accomplishments,” so every night i’m faded
feel like every other day, me and somebody new related
you’re my sister, cousin, brother from the other side? (the other side)
well, i don’t know who told you that (my mama)
well, she f_cking lied
ayy, wake up, wake up, get your cake up
cut it up like it’s cocaine, shakе up
all the streets with all these bеats
i body beats, i’m not discreet (per_per_perfect)
this is how i feel on the inside
all you non_talent rappin’ motherf_ckers better run and hide
you worthless, you have no purpose, f_ckin’ imposter
you gots to get it through your head
you won’t ever get no handout
f_ckin’ with your ass, it’d be like throwing a band out (per_per_perfect)
my flow increased, my dough increased
you know i leave them all deceased
i am a f_cking beast, i’m from the east
i keep the peace, don’t need a piece
but i keep a piece, got it, capisce?
that boy gon’ eat, this is a feast
once i release, i’m smokin’ trees
i bought my sh_t, i don’t need no lease
so f_ck you up like master p (perfect)
this sh_t right here a masterpiece, i’m comin’ in hot like the police
shooting my shot like the police
all on the block like the police, man, who gon’ (stop, stop)
the police from leaving bodies in the motherf_ckin’ streets, man?
[verse 2: kendrick lamar]
i swear this industry sh_t, to me, is one big_ass l!ck
i walk inside of a buildin’, tell the a&r n_gga “strip”
tell ’em i need all of my chips, my life been on section 8
i’ve been a welfare case, afdc pump fake
meanwhile, i’m grindin’ ’cause drug money ain’t like rap money
four white kilo, snow_bunny, equal one whole show, dummy
i’m on this tour bus and i’m f_cked up
i got a bad call, they k!lled braze
they k!lled chad, my big homie pup
puppy eyes on my face, bruh
and i really be drinkin’, why the f_ck i really been smokin’?
what the f_ck? i’m the sober one
man, i’m so stressed out, i can’t focus
hide out when i ride out, ski mask with the eyes out
speed past in the cutlass, me and little ocho
every young n_gga hop out
two tears in a bucket, i feel like “f_ck it”
the price of fame, recognize my pain, it’s all i know
all out war but i’m out here though
call my troops like, “vamonos”
i’m on this tour bus and i’m f_cked up
i got a bad call, and it’s all bad
off a og with my og and some oe by the tall glass

[verse 3: j. cole]
baptized at first baptist church
the pastor name was reverend johnson (okay)
chastised his shirt and matchin’ shoes
but had to front, it never bothered him (okay)
hurt his pride but he swallowed it (okay)
dirt is all that he spotted
and in the dirty south where bodies pilin’ up
so high, they block the birds and rerouted ’em (d_mn)
plenty murderers had observers but
you never heard a peep out of them
so many funerals it ain’t enough numerals to keep count of them (woah)
look, i’m just settin’ the scene
back when i stared at the phone as i’m lettin’ it ring
another collector, they leave us a message
my mama in deficit, must intervene
i bust out the seams, i’m gettin’ too big for these britches now
i invest in the dream, i’m destined for green
i got superstar d_ck for these b_tches now
i got superstar d_ck for these b_tches now
and i think about that when i dig ’em out
(when i dig ’em out, when i dig ’em out)
[hook: logic]
b_tch, i did it, i made it, i’m loved and i’m hated
i started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated
b_tch, i did it, i made it, i’m loved and i’m hated
i started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated

[verse 4: jid]
‘member we stayed in the ‘partment
the house was provided by government
and my cousin them slept on the couch with the oven open
b_tch, it felt like the revenant
get the covers and read a new covenant, cut the sh_t
i’ve been f_ckin’ the sh_t out my bucket list
drop my nuts on the lips of a l_sty b_tch
for the love of the money, i’m bussin’
who tryna take it from me?
sh_t, i’ma need commissary
if you come for the commas, the consequences
very common sense to tell ’em
comin’ from never havin’ sh_t is scary as k!llin’ a bear
the frigidity is a b_tch, will perry in a six
an enigma nigra in a tinted benz
i done missed the pen, then i gripped the pen
n_ggas slit me in, n_gga, this revenge
f_ck what they talkin’ (woah, sh_t, woah, sh_t)
i got a driver, but i was just walkin’ (woah, sh_t, woah, sh_t)
i’m a survivor like jigga, lil’ shawty (woah, sh_t, woah, sh_t)
but i was the littlest pick of the litter with sh_t on my paw
(woah, sh_t, woah, sh_t, woah, sh_t)
not at the top, so if i ever drop, i ain’t goin’ to fall
(woah, sh_t, woah, sh_t, woah, sh_t)
but we goin’ far as forever, infinity, it ain’t no quittin’
(woah, sh_t, woah, sh_t, woah, sh_t)
me hold that thought
[hook: logic]
b_tch, i did it, i made it, i’m loved and i’m hated
i started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated
b_tch, i did it, i made it, i’m loved and i’m hated
i started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated

[verse 5: eminem]
you say you’re affiliated with murderers, k!llers (ayy!)
the people you run with are thuggin’ (gang!)
but you just a wannabe gunner (gang!)
like you was gonna do somethin’
actin’ like you catchin’ bodies (ayy!)
and you got juice, lil’ youngin’, you buggin’
you ain’t never even been charged in connection with battery
b_tch, you ain’t plugged into nothin’
rap god spit lyrical bullets (pew!)
and gats c_ck, your partners better tool up
this has not to do with muscular
but have guns for sure, you better put a
strap on, other words if you’re gonna
roll up with your (gang!) you’re gon’ need a _rs_nal
’cause this bar is over your head
so you better⁠—{gun c_ck}⁠—have arms if you’re gonna pull up (skrrt!)
oh, you run the streets, huh?
now you wanna come and f_ck with me, huh?
this little c_ck_sucker, he must be feelin’ himself
he wants to keep up his tough demeanour
so he does a feature, decides to team up with n9na
but next time you don’t gotta use tech n9ne
if you wanna come at me with a sub, machine gun
and i’m talkin’ to you
but you already know who the f_ck you are, kelly
i don’t use sublims and sure as f_ck don’t sneak_diss
but keep commenting on my daughter hailie
i keep on telling motherf_ckers
but just in case you forgot really and need ja memories jarred like strawberry or pineapple apricot jelly
i respond rarely, but this time shady ’bout to sound off
like a f_ckin’ c_cked semi_glock demi_god
let me put a f_ckin’ silencer on this little
non_threatening blond fairy cornball takin’ shots at me
you’re not ready, fool, break yourself like rock steady crew
obviously, i’m not getting through
we can get it poppin’ like redenbach, letting off like remy ma
heavy artille—ry, godzilla harsh with a hard sh_ll
with a motherf_cking heart bigger than bizarre’s belly
only time you’ll ever say i lost
you’ll be talkin’ ’bout fetty wap, better call diddy
just to try to get me off
and you better hope i don’t call trick trick
b_tch, this sh_t don’t fly in our city
punk, you don’t disrespect ogs, r.i.p. prodigy
sold dre my soul and then told him the moment he signed me
that i’ll be the most hated, though made it
so that there’s no shame, it’s okay to own it
’cause life is a b_tch, she’s a bow_legged ho
but now those days are over
i harvey weinstein a bathrobe hanging open
my code name is groper, i role play with lotion
i f_ck the whole world then i throw away the trojan
old lederhosen with home_made explosives
i blow 80 holes in you
don’t make me go in, i oj the flows
and i’m insult to injury, rolaids to goldman
i’m throat spray and motrin, i throated nicole
as they both there to choke and my whole blade is soakin’
i double_edge sword it ’cause one place i poke and
i stick and i turn in a rotating motion
invisible with the pen, i’m at the pinnacle of sick individuals
stick my d_ck and put the tip in at minimal
i’m f_ckin’ these syllables, i let ’em l!ck on my genitals
i’m a f_cking invincible, indefensible, despicable, difficult pr_ck
a little bit unpredictable, i spit the formidable
that you b_tches f_ckin’ with, the original
i consider me and nickel identical—but not us
the only thing we have in common’s i’m a d_ck and you suck
otherwise one has nothin’ to do with the other
none come close to skunk, bug, soldier
tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older
sponge, mug, folder, nun, rug, holster
lug nut, coaster, lung, jug, roaster
young thug poster, unplugged toaster

[outro: thalia and nitin randhawa]
nitin randhawa
you are watching a master at work
logic cites nujabes, mf doom, rza, and kanye west as key inspirations behind his production style

- nitin randhawa

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