Logic - Live on the Air lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Logic - Live on the Air lyrics]
Ayo, I'm living abroad like the
Baddest bitch you've ever seen
Ain't about that hybrid shit but
I'm all about the green
Making so many moves
I need a dose of Dramamine
For rap I'm a fiend, come and test my team
I school emcees 'cause I'm
The motherfuckin' dean
My cerebral cortex force
My trigger finger reflex
To bust Tecs like raw sex
Ain't no tellin' what's next
I sling mixtapes like crack rocks
Watch snow bunnies chillin' in the backdrop
Discussin' how the track rocks
Goddamn, I'm a miraculous man
And if I wasn't Logic
I'd be his number one fan
Beware I'm spittin' fire cause
The world is in dire need of an MC to admire
And set the bar higher so I conspire
Within my mind just had a friar
The rap Messiah
Fresh to death so peep the attire
Feelin' like B Rabbit when
He slaughtered the Lotto
Get money, fuck bitches
And respect women is the motto
You say potato, I say potato
You call 'em rappers but all
I see is comedians
My future's lookin' XXL, they shit is medium
Call me Bobby Kennedy the way
I fuck with Marilyn
MCs approach, take notes
And then I bury them i'm out of this world
My studio's the planetarium the way I flow
This shit is slicker than butter
The second I utter lyricism that leave
All the rest in the gutter
I thought I told ya'll I'm the best
D-d-did I stutter?
I'll hit your mom in the head with a car
Bomb just to blow her mind like Vietnam
Had a MySpace account but my
Only friend was Tom when I eat pussy
I pretend that I'm speaking in Islam
Psych, It's a joke I swear
That I'm not racist
To be honest I'll murder you no
Matter what color your face is
Punch you in the face if I
Catch you slippin' in braces
You want beef? I'll choke you to
Death with your own shoelaces
Psych, I swear I'm not a violent guy
Once upon time I brought a
Super Soaker to a drive-by
Full of Kool-Aid and warm piss
My buzz is growing every day
And when the swarm hit's
Million dollar trips, sex at the Ritz
So rich I'll make bitches show
Charlie Murphy their tit's
Blow the competition to bit's
Leavin' the enemy lit
But I'm out cause there's women to
Please and money to get it's Logic
Baddest bitch you've ever seen
Ain't about that hybrid shit but
I'm all about the green
Making so many moves
I need a dose of Dramamine
For rap I'm a fiend, come and test my team
I school emcees 'cause I'm
The motherfuckin' dean
My cerebral cortex force
My trigger finger reflex
To bust Tecs like raw sex
Ain't no tellin' what's next
I sling mixtapes like crack rocks
Watch snow bunnies chillin' in the backdrop
Discussin' how the track rocks
Goddamn, I'm a miraculous man
And if I wasn't Logic
I'd be his number one fan
Beware I'm spittin' fire cause
The world is in dire need of an MC to admire
And set the bar higher so I conspire
Within my mind just had a friar
The rap Messiah
Fresh to death so peep the attire
Feelin' like B Rabbit when
He slaughtered the Lotto
Get money, fuck bitches
And respect women is the motto
You say potato, I say potato
You call 'em rappers but all
I see is comedians
My future's lookin' XXL, they shit is medium
Call me Bobby Kennedy the way
I fuck with Marilyn
MCs approach, take notes
And then I bury them i'm out of this world
My studio's the planetarium the way I flow
This shit is slicker than butter
The second I utter lyricism that leave
All the rest in the gutter
I thought I told ya'll I'm the best
D-d-did I stutter?
I'll hit your mom in the head with a car
Bomb just to blow her mind like Vietnam
Had a MySpace account but my
Only friend was Tom when I eat pussy
I pretend that I'm speaking in Islam
Psych, It's a joke I swear
That I'm not racist
To be honest I'll murder you no
Matter what color your face is
Punch you in the face if I
Catch you slippin' in braces
You want beef? I'll choke you to
Death with your own shoelaces
Psych, I swear I'm not a violent guy
Once upon time I brought a
Super Soaker to a drive-by
Full of Kool-Aid and warm piss
My buzz is growing every day
And when the swarm hit's
Million dollar trips, sex at the Ritz
So rich I'll make bitches show
Charlie Murphy their tit's
Blow the competition to bit's
Leavin' the enemy lit
But I'm out cause there's women to
Please and money to get it's Logic