Logic - Prime lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Logic - Prime lyrics]
Hey, the mental state of a
Lyricist in his prime
Spit divine, thought from the mind
Poetic rhetoric that rhyme
Leave punch lines that leave you
Conflicted and hit rewind
Every time I spit an ill line
The world's mine fuck a Matana
Quit it the second I'm out the vagina
Won't even call her mañana, sike
Lyrical Unibomber, I'm allergic to drama
Mentality of a felon, rebelling elevate
While you repellin'
Only hate because I'm sellin'
Who you tellin'? See I was on that raw shit
While you was on that naw shit
The people, they gon' toss it
When that all they endorse it
I just waited for my time to shine
I never forced it
Strategically planned it like
Peyton Manning way before shit was even real
La, la, la la, la
La, la, la, la
I remember nights as a child with my momma
Hungry but my hunger for this music
Is on another level
This shit will truly have you
Contemplatin' deals with the devil
But homie I'm a king not
A pawn I never settle
'Cause the strength within my mind is
So fine I can bend metal
La, la, la la, la
La, la, la, la
Yeah, In high school I wasn't worried
About them A's and B's
I was trying to make the flow
Unkillable to obtain these Gs
Murder syllables, yes I aim to please, so
Much ice they call me Mr freeze, sike
All up under your girls skirt as
If I was the breeze
Flow Celsius I surpass degrees homie, please
And now I'm feelin' like I'm number 1
Cause nobody made it in the game
Out of where I'm coming from
Can you feel me? Me and my team devised a
Scheme to get the cream followin' dreams
Livin' our lives like movie scenes
Started as a teen, sippin' liquor
Smoking' green for music I was a fiend
My homies know what I mean
Ha, lethal projectiles aimed at reptiles
Best get your money in order
Fore' you get checked now (yeah)
La, la, la la, la
La, la, la, la
Yeah, the beats my bitch
The mic's my mistress
Fiance flowin' I engage, don't miss this now
Hop on the track, you know I kill it to death
Fuckin' with Logic
It's inevitable that I will result
In your imminent death
Now hit rewind and take a breath
Homie ain't nothin' left
I'm Gregory House and this game
Is testin' my patients
Been on the low like Freemasons
Livin' amazing
If your shit is hot my shit is Cajun
Divine white wine flowin'
Yes you know it's aging
You got sixteens? Ha
I got mathematical equations
La, la, la la, la
La, la, la, la la, la, la
La, la la, la, la, la
La, la, la la, la
La, la, la, la la, la, la
La, la la, la, la, la
Lyricist in his prime
Spit divine, thought from the mind
Poetic rhetoric that rhyme
Leave punch lines that leave you
Conflicted and hit rewind
Every time I spit an ill line
The world's mine fuck a Matana
Quit it the second I'm out the vagina
Won't even call her mañana, sike
Lyrical Unibomber, I'm allergic to drama
Mentality of a felon, rebelling elevate
While you repellin'
Only hate because I'm sellin'
Who you tellin'? See I was on that raw shit
While you was on that naw shit
The people, they gon' toss it
When that all they endorse it
I just waited for my time to shine
I never forced it
Strategically planned it like
Peyton Manning way before shit was even real
La, la, la la, la
La, la, la, la
I remember nights as a child with my momma
Hungry but my hunger for this music
Is on another level
This shit will truly have you
Contemplatin' deals with the devil
But homie I'm a king not
A pawn I never settle
'Cause the strength within my mind is
So fine I can bend metal
La, la, la la, la
La, la, la, la
Yeah, In high school I wasn't worried
About them A's and B's
I was trying to make the flow
Unkillable to obtain these Gs
Murder syllables, yes I aim to please, so
Much ice they call me Mr freeze, sike
All up under your girls skirt as
If I was the breeze
Flow Celsius I surpass degrees homie, please
And now I'm feelin' like I'm number 1
Cause nobody made it in the game
Out of where I'm coming from
Can you feel me? Me and my team devised a
Scheme to get the cream followin' dreams
Livin' our lives like movie scenes
Started as a teen, sippin' liquor
Smoking' green for music I was a fiend
My homies know what I mean
Ha, lethal projectiles aimed at reptiles
Best get your money in order
Fore' you get checked now (yeah)
La, la, la la, la
La, la, la, la
Yeah, the beats my bitch
The mic's my mistress
Fiance flowin' I engage, don't miss this now
Hop on the track, you know I kill it to death
Fuckin' with Logic
It's inevitable that I will result
In your imminent death
Now hit rewind and take a breath
Homie ain't nothin' left
I'm Gregory House and this game
Is testin' my patients
Been on the low like Freemasons
Livin' amazing
If your shit is hot my shit is Cajun
Divine white wine flowin'
Yes you know it's aging
You got sixteens? Ha
I got mathematical equations
La, la, la la, la
La, la, la, la la, la, la
La, la la, la, la, la
La, la, la la, la
La, la, la, la la, la, la
La, la la, la, la, la