Logic - Logic Freestyle as Psychological (2009) lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Logic - Logic Freestyle as Psychological 2009 lyrics]
Yo, bear with me we gonna try and get this
Joint on the first track aight?
Hip hop fanatic, my lyrics mathematic
I been chillin' in the attic like Anne Frank
Writing in my journal in front of
The whole rank like a colonel
Whenever I'm on the track
Guarantee that it's nasty
Hit ya with the steel
Like Cassie from Degrassi
Yeah, I shut ya down like panic switches
On the green mile, call it the road to riches
Spit fire every time my vocal cord twitches
My high-caliber grammar blow you
Right out ya britches
Knocking motherfuckers out whenever
My knuckle itches
Psychological, but just call me
Logic for short, ya mind I contort
Murder MCs for the sport
All I do is get pussy and write - I'm a dork
Flyer than projectiles then
Vacate the airport
MCs nowadays think it's a rap race
I'm a lyrical back brace - rap I support
19, almost 20, rappin' to get the money
They see the white boy from
Maryland and think it's funny
'Till I slaughter 'em, lyrically manifested
Best to get rid of all 'em
Speakin' in the third, he the illest
Why they callin' him
Underdog 'till he's top dog
They wanna ball with him
Used to be a nobody
Now all the labels callin' him
Why? 'Cause of what the people saw in him
Spit puzzle pieces
So guess I'm jig-sawing 'em
Half-white, half-black, that's where
I get it, jack
I kill the beat, then resurrect it back
Just to kill it again, double jeopardy
Scot-free so, if you feel it, fuck with me
Joint on the first track aight?
Hip hop fanatic, my lyrics mathematic
I been chillin' in the attic like Anne Frank
Writing in my journal in front of
The whole rank like a colonel
Whenever I'm on the track
Guarantee that it's nasty
Hit ya with the steel
Like Cassie from Degrassi
Yeah, I shut ya down like panic switches
On the green mile, call it the road to riches
Spit fire every time my vocal cord twitches
My high-caliber grammar blow you
Right out ya britches
Knocking motherfuckers out whenever
My knuckle itches
Psychological, but just call me
Logic for short, ya mind I contort
Murder MCs for the sport
All I do is get pussy and write - I'm a dork
Flyer than projectiles then
Vacate the airport
MCs nowadays think it's a rap race
I'm a lyrical back brace - rap I support
19, almost 20, rappin' to get the money
They see the white boy from
Maryland and think it's funny
'Till I slaughter 'em, lyrically manifested
Best to get rid of all 'em
Speakin' in the third, he the illest
Why they callin' him
Underdog 'till he's top dog
They wanna ball with him
Used to be a nobody
Now all the labels callin' him
Why? 'Cause of what the people saw in him
Spit puzzle pieces
So guess I'm jig-sawing 'em
Half-white, half-black, that's where
I get it, jack
I kill the beat, then resurrect it back
Just to kill it again, double jeopardy
Scot-free so, if you feel it, fuck with me