Logic - Soul Food II lyrics

Goddamn, goddamn, conversations with people
Crazy how one day
The legends forget that they equal
On this Under Pressure sequel
We not taking it back, we keepin' it pushing
People scared of change
But you'll find me deep in the cushion
Even when I win, it feel like I'm losing
Listening to beats, in the Bimmer cruisin'
I think I got another hit
I could feel my body bruisin'
What's the conclusion? Or rather
My hypothesis i'm darker than Gotham is
Like reading Nostradamus at 90 degrees
You better believe
I know how to turn a profit with ease
Diacritical lifestyle, I'm always overseas
Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowing trees
Switch the topic, I drop it
Fuck around then leave them all concussed
When I bust, no thrust


This world we livin' in is fucked
Industry rule number four thousand
And eighty one
Your new shit ain't good as your old shit
'Til your new shit is your old shit, son
And then some, gotta get some
I wear this 24 karat solid
Gold Rollie for my son as an heirloom
Not for looking dope as I rhyme
As a representation to give
Your family your time
If you're searching for love in the
Industry you'll be let down
They don't love you 'til you dead
And then they call you profound
No matter how mainstream you was in the end
You still underground
That's the truth, feeling close to the cliff
Like Rick Dalton in the booth
Money ain't the key to happiness
And this the proof
Modern day rap is like a golden era spoof
But a few of us were
Searching within the second renaissance
And I know that my debutantes
Been keeping the legacy going
By flowing so involuntarily seamless
Me and my team is finally reaping
What we been sowing like a seamstress
I said I'm on one, I know I'm unsung
Was livin' my life backward
Like Tariq on Undun
And now they wonder how I got over son
(Do you want more?)
Hell yeah, now check the method
I been livin' outside of pages for ages
Now I'm back, Chocolate City
Home of percussion, maryland on my back
From Takoma Park, all the way to Southeast DC
It feel like forever ago, it feel like BC
Everlasting life
Kickin' rhymes in the parking lot at night
Inhale, exhale, people hate oh well, 2012
Dreamin' I'm a freshman on XXL
2013, on the cover XXL
Livin' life behind these bars with
No intention of postin' bail
'Cause I prevail
But that's a story for another time
Story for another rhyme
And on my darkest days, I know
That the sun will shine, eventually
Greatest lyricist to ever do it
Yeah essentially
And if we're being modest then potentially
And if we're being humble then

Oh shit, it's Raquel, she's a fuckin' thot
Ayy, fuck you guys! Fuck you guys!
Suck my dick! Straight on the basement mic
Ayy, man fuck all these
Punchlines and shit man
I just wanna tell a story
I just wanna have some fun
Back in the basement type shit

Ayo, once upon a time a couple
Of guys from out this world
Was talkin' rap and hip hop
With a young synthetic girl
The year was 2115 at Babel Space Station
Was home to the very last
Of the human population
The captain name was Thomas
The infantry man was Kai
And he's the man that discovered the Ultra 85
Accompanied by a girl inside their ear
Her name was Thalia
Made of ones and zeros, she was a program
You could ask her any question even
About the fall of man
Then one day they discovered a
Planet in deep space
That nobody before them had ever
Found in they database i mean
Maybe it's the place that's meant
For the human race
The planet Paradise, Kai said to Thomas
"My God it'd be very nice
Traveling through outer space
We done had some scary nights
We done had some scary fights"
All about that rap shit
Kai like that trap shit
Thomas love that boom bap shit
"I wish God was real
I wish I could just get raptured
What if this planet full of
Aliens and we get captured?"
"Don't think that way, my son
Everything gon' be fine
We finna have some fun
And if by chance we do come across an alien
I'ma blow his ass away with
This here molecular gun
Set to kill, never stun
Wagwan, we get it done"
Now the ship is enterin' the atmosphere
(Ten, nine) "We gon' take a look around and
Get the hell up outta here (Eight, seven)
We gon' double check that it's
Habitable and livable for man (Six, five)
And no matter what happens you know
We gon' stick to the plan" (Four, three)
"Understood?" "Understand"
"All good? Let's get it then" (Two, one)
Once they touched down nobody
Could hear a sound
'Til they opened up the ship door
That rappelled to the ground
What they found, a planet full of life
A planet full of shit they never seen
Straight up out a movie scene
On some Tarantino meets Christopher Nolan
Nah mean? Walk around the planet for hours
They was exhausted
If it wasn't for the music in they ears
They would have lost it
The seventh album by a
Musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it
Let's call it a world premiere
Thomas thinkin' about a picture of his girl
That he left on the Aquarius
Three in his dresser
Wishin' he could undress her
Give her the pipe, no lesser
Kai thinkin' nuts like a professor
Wondering if the oxygen on
This planet fresher
Now is it us or is the natural
Life on this world the aggressor?
All the negative shit inside of his head
He need a refresher
Two men here to save the world, no pressure