Logic - Lyricism lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Logic - Lyricism lyrics]
Uh, uh, uh i run game like a sony
The original Mac Pro
Sue Apple yeah they owe me
I'm real like iMac, you bootleg phony
The center of attention but you
At the cypher lonely when I step up on the
Stage everybody getting loud
Call me double 07 cause I bond with the crowd
Say he rhyming with the rest of 'em
Up there with the best of 'em
No style can compare like
Marc Jacobs addressing 'em
Inside the booth that’s my only safe haven
Flyer than a 747 out of Reagan
Ha, I keep the flow abstract
Keep the toast close to my six
Pack so im ab strapped
Nah, but it sounded tight right
(Right, right, right)
Yeah, I said this buzz I'm
Creating is light years ahead
To infinite and beyond my shit is bomb
Like Al Qaeda carry on
You want beef I'll give it to
You classy like filet mignon motherfucker
Ha yeah
Yo shit is vary like a military commissary
Oh my bad I mean cheesy
Cause your vocab it varies
Give me the mic and you
Know I'ma fucking smash this
I want my record in constant
Rotation like the earths axis
Never need to tighten up my
Game I spit ratchets
I'm David Blain you bammers is hat tricks
I'm a somersault off the boat
You just a back flip
Any competitor whatever come face me
Homie im already straight you can't brace me
Yeah, I keep my cool like AC
That franchise flow you know
We spread like Macy's
Any style, any pace I can flow it all
Getting brain in the booth I'ma know it all
You bleeding right through yo face homie yes
You show it all i got that vi la Vida poker
Face I don’t show at all
This is maturity homie but you
Don’t grow at all
Pretends the fans minds is money
I blow it all
Y'all slipping falling y'all can't get up
Call me Drake's ACL, I tear shit up
No disrespect homie
Nothing intended this is wordplay only
Never synthetic I keep it real
Never keep it phony
Stand out like blue jeans on the
Red carpet before the tonies
It ain't over till the fat lady sing
And I got that bitch gagged
I been red flagged by these posers that brag
I'm Comcast, they Fios i study they bios
So if we beef I have the
Upper hand on all my rivals
This is just a bit of lyricism for your mind
Encrypted like Egyptian hieroglyphics
And rewind
And listen to the punchlines divine
To blow ya fucking mind enjoy yourselves
The original Mac Pro
Sue Apple yeah they owe me
I'm real like iMac, you bootleg phony
The center of attention but you
At the cypher lonely when I step up on the
Stage everybody getting loud
Call me double 07 cause I bond with the crowd
Say he rhyming with the rest of 'em
Up there with the best of 'em
No style can compare like
Marc Jacobs addressing 'em
Inside the booth that’s my only safe haven
Flyer than a 747 out of Reagan
Ha, I keep the flow abstract
Keep the toast close to my six
Pack so im ab strapped
Nah, but it sounded tight right
(Right, right, right)
Yeah, I said this buzz I'm
Creating is light years ahead
To infinite and beyond my shit is bomb
Like Al Qaeda carry on
You want beef I'll give it to
You classy like filet mignon motherfucker
Ha yeah
Yo shit is vary like a military commissary
Oh my bad I mean cheesy
Cause your vocab it varies
Give me the mic and you
Know I'ma fucking smash this
I want my record in constant
Rotation like the earths axis
Never need to tighten up my
Game I spit ratchets
I'm David Blain you bammers is hat tricks
I'm a somersault off the boat
You just a back flip
Any competitor whatever come face me
Homie im already straight you can't brace me
Yeah, I keep my cool like AC
That franchise flow you know
We spread like Macy's
Any style, any pace I can flow it all
Getting brain in the booth I'ma know it all
You bleeding right through yo face homie yes
You show it all i got that vi la Vida poker
Face I don’t show at all
This is maturity homie but you
Don’t grow at all
Pretends the fans minds is money
I blow it all
Y'all slipping falling y'all can't get up
Call me Drake's ACL, I tear shit up
No disrespect homie
Nothing intended this is wordplay only
Never synthetic I keep it real
Never keep it phony
Stand out like blue jeans on the
Red carpet before the tonies
It ain't over till the fat lady sing
And I got that bitch gagged
I been red flagged by these posers that brag
I'm Comcast, they Fios i study they bios
So if we beef I have the
Upper hand on all my rivals
This is just a bit of lyricism for your mind
Encrypted like Egyptian hieroglyphics
And rewind
And listen to the punchlines divine
To blow ya fucking mind enjoy yourselves