Logic - Mind of a Maniac lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Logic - Mind of a Maniac lyrics]
I'ma let it drop this time, yeah
Psycho is fearless
Anti-snitch that means I'm illest
No bitch in my blood so
I qualify as the realest
Infinite my mental capacity
Ain't no passing me
A mastery with more verses
Than the first testament
Sacrifice a week, MC's that's how I do repent
C4, I'll disintegrate your friend to see more
Suicide lyricist, hit you like a claymore
My sixth sense leave you to burn
Like a pack of incense
Flow intense, filled with mad suspense
As I drench your headphones
Proclaim my throne
Switch up the style quick to invert the tone
Yo, ha, yo
My mentality decipher reality from pretend
My state of mind is forcing spoons to bend
Can you comprehend from where I do descend
My minds may never end
My philosophy is endless prophecy
Want me teach you this hypocrisy
I'm an assassin with the name of a Kennedy
But truly E-K-Killa my identity
Sway with the miracle known as lyrical melody
Coming with brutality
Finish them with fatality
Listen, I'm the illest white boy on the M-IC
Reside in MD right around the corner from DC
In my spare time, I write rhymes in three
What's the dealio?
Sharp like Number 24s free throw
Playing Bitches like kino pass
The C note shit cause you know I need dough
Never pack heat my blade rip from retreat
I never sleep, less it be around the police
Spit projectiles
Rugged exterior like a reptile
I never met an MC that could truly amaze me
Yeah they bust shots
But they bullets only graze me
A mental institution
I probably need to be in it
Cause I ain't done 'till I'm
Done and the song finished
This the type of shit that you
Bump with your windows tinted
This the type of shit that you
Bump with your fingers lifted
Spit the illest
I grab the microphone so you can feel this
Give you the realest
C'mon you know the deal is
Ever since I started rapping
Real shit begun to happen
Brainwave frequencies I'm tapping
My first show, standing ovation
They still clapping
Showcases of governmental facilities
They was feeling me
Dictionary my only utility
My flow heavier than menstruation
Leave the whole club shocked
Cause my skin Caucasian
Amazing, sharper than a sword by an Asian
Rhymes I release through my rugged fingertips
Keep a 9 to 5 only 'till I get rich
Cause I gotta hold a job
Or I'll feel like a bitch
I murder mics, wordplay nice
Heart made of ice
Any publicity good publicity, right?
So if my name in ya mouth
Then I'm spreading like lice i'm too nice
Drop it
Psycho is fearless
Anti-snitch that means I'm illest
No bitch in my blood so
I qualify as the realest
Infinite my mental capacity
Ain't no passing me
A mastery with more verses
Than the first testament
Sacrifice a week, MC's that's how I do repent
C4, I'll disintegrate your friend to see more
Suicide lyricist, hit you like a claymore
My sixth sense leave you to burn
Like a pack of incense
Flow intense, filled with mad suspense
As I drench your headphones
Proclaim my throne
Switch up the style quick to invert the tone
Yo, ha, yo
My mentality decipher reality from pretend
My state of mind is forcing spoons to bend
Can you comprehend from where I do descend
My minds may never end
My philosophy is endless prophecy
Want me teach you this hypocrisy
I'm an assassin with the name of a Kennedy
But truly E-K-Killa my identity
Sway with the miracle known as lyrical melody
Coming with brutality
Finish them with fatality
Listen, I'm the illest white boy on the M-IC
Reside in MD right around the corner from DC
In my spare time, I write rhymes in three
What's the dealio?
Sharp like Number 24s free throw
Playing Bitches like kino pass
The C note shit cause you know I need dough
Never pack heat my blade rip from retreat
I never sleep, less it be around the police
Spit projectiles
Rugged exterior like a reptile
I never met an MC that could truly amaze me
Yeah they bust shots
But they bullets only graze me
A mental institution
I probably need to be in it
Cause I ain't done 'till I'm
Done and the song finished
This the type of shit that you
Bump with your windows tinted
This the type of shit that you
Bump with your fingers lifted
Spit the illest
I grab the microphone so you can feel this
Give you the realest
C'mon you know the deal is
Ever since I started rapping
Real shit begun to happen
Brainwave frequencies I'm tapping
My first show, standing ovation
They still clapping
Showcases of governmental facilities
They was feeling me
Dictionary my only utility
My flow heavier than menstruation
Leave the whole club shocked
Cause my skin Caucasian
Amazing, sharper than a sword by an Asian
Rhymes I release through my rugged fingertips
Keep a 9 to 5 only 'till I get rich
Cause I gotta hold a job
Or I'll feel like a bitch
I murder mics, wordplay nice
Heart made of ice
Any publicity good publicity, right?
So if my name in ya mouth
Then I'm spreading like lice i'm too nice
Drop it