Logic, Mikkey Halsted - Steps Back Radio Freestyle lyrics

Lyrically I murder you quicker
Than Lamborghini drive-bys
Who knew one man could handle
More beef than five guys
I’m a motherfucking lyricist
Bitches they fearin’ this
Back in the day they wasn’t hearin’ this
Now I’m the one who’s steering this
I’m self-driven
Will he kill it? – That’s a lyrical given
New school style but the 90’s
Is where my lyrics livin’
My flow is like another Earth
Second nature I disintegrate
Ya’, migrate ya’
Then lightsaber decapitate ya’
In the beginning they said it was fabricated
As soon as the numbers escalated
But these fuckers just mad that I made it
More chains then when a slave trader
Check it
I’m under MC’s skin like muscle tissue
What’s the issue?
If you talkin’ shit then Im’a hit you
Grab a pistol then whip you
Then dip you in lava, ain’t no one ‘liver
Second I arrive I murder it
No you never heard of it
So sick my lyrics I don’t
Spit – I regurgitate em’
As listeners chronologically study my words
Verbatim assassinate em’
The second I raid em’ like five-0
We pull off the heist and flee to Cabo now
I mask emotions like a robbery
Cause when it comes to matters of the heart
Women will clog your arteries
Rattpack, V’s up – Visionary

See the truth through the eyes of
The childen that’s born in poverty
Where their chances of breaking that
Cycle is like the lottery
Not about black and white
You’re rich or you’re poor
So the poor trying to get rich
Till they stiff in the morgue
I’m the embodiment of ‘real’
I body niggers with skill
If I up it Ima’ bust it
Somebody bout’ to get killed
Smoke em’ like Black and Milds
Bringing lyrics back in style
These suckers don’t want to battle
They ducking like Pacquiao
8 blocks of bodies, I’m ahead by a mile
Sucker thought he could rap
I fuck up nigga’s morale
I got the clarity of Jay, the complexity
Of Nas, Lines like Big L
I go against all odds like Pac did
I pop shit with the best of them
They got to much estrogen to F’ with him
Ima’ changa like the nephilim
I flood the market till there’s no more left
Of them like the days of Noah
I split the brick and dip my blade in coka
Take a sniff and see there’s nothing doper
This Coke-eighty shit, they soft
As baby shit, pussy as chocha
They better deuce before the whole
World smell the aroma listen, I want it all
Charlie I’m born to ball
Im the machine-gun preacher and this
Is my alter call bang!
Im the machine-gun preacher and this
Is my alter call bang!