Logic - Logic 4 Leak lyrics

Lyrically I murder you quicker
Than Lamborghini drive-bys
Who knew one man could handle
More beef than Five Guys
Sharper than steak knives
That I used to break ties
West Deer Park, that's where I'm from
End of story where cats pack more MACs
Than Apple's inventory
Maryland on my back, never slack
Get the glory
I'm a motherfucking lyricist bitches
They fearing us
Back in the day, they wasn't hearing this
Now I'm the one who's steering this
I'm self-driven
Will he kill it? That's a lyrical given
New-School style
But the 90's is where my lyrics living
My flow is like another Earth, second nature
I'll disintegrate ya', migrate
Ya', then light-saber, decapitate ya'
In the beginning they said I was fabricated
As soon as the numbers escalated
But these fuckers just mad that I made it
More chains than when a slave's traded
Check it
I'm under MC's skin, like muscle tissue
What's the issue?
If you talking shit then Imma hit you
Grab that pistol and whip you
Then dip you in lava, ain't no one 'liver
Second I arrive I murder it
I know you never heard of it so sick
My lyrics I don't spit I regurgitate 'em
As listeners
Chronologically study my words verbatim
Assassinate 'em
The second I raid 'em like five-O
We pull off the heist and flee to cabo, uh
I mask emotions like a robbery
Cause when it comes to matters of the
Heart women will clog your arteries
This reality
Kill it and you're dead like a fatality
Haters wanna kill me I should
Put 'em on a salary
And give 'em their own hotline to talk shit
Call it 1-8-0-0 Suck my Dick
Wu Tang forever mothotherfucker
What I'm reppin' the second I step in the
Vicinity murder evil entities
Who pretend to be friends of me
But I know they not
That's what I got, catch me in the spot
Never getting caught, never getting shot
Know we love it one love
Unless it's from the cops then
Out body drops ha!
Of course I'm speaking metaphorical
Prophesizing the future like the oracle
Flow is rethorical the shit's historical
But they don't understand me I'm staying now
I getting honeys wiser
Than Christopher Colombus
While the youth's listening to music
That make them the dumbest
Kamasutra flow, motherfuckers already know
My position is on top, your position is fetal
Never vain like a needle 'less I'm
On the mic damn right
Hand me the mic and I'm the cockiest
Ever motherfucker that you've ever met
But after the set i'm humble
Ready to rumble no we never
Stumble cause we 'bout it
Before I dropped my last
Shit everybody doubted
Till it came out, spit the flame out
And got my name out
Cause I'm ripping it up in a way
That ain't nobody heard of it
Totally original but you ain't heard
A word of it all you do is compare me to
Others cause you're scared of it
So every category that you put
Me in I murder it
Murder it brutally, who are you to me
What could you do to me
To make me stop telling people
To follow their dreams
Cause in the world we livin' everything
It ain't all as it seems
But, if I can make ain't no
Reason they can't do the same
So if you ain't happy then
You're the one to blame
Persevere till these haters fearing your name
Life is a vicious game both pleasure and pain
But you only get one shot so boy
You better aim
Rattpack, Wu Tang, forever what I claim