Logic - YSIV Freestyle lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Logic - YSIV Freestyle lyrics]
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
They say they want the old Logic
The one that flow like a faucet
I'm still the same me
They just don't believe it like they agnostic
If I spit over the boom bap
They perceive it as nostalgic
But the truth is my subject
Matter is still the same
Production selection is still flame
But they love you on the come-up
'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit
That they frequent from 19 to 2019
Been murdering this shit for a decade
From the boom bap to the trap
Let my style cascade listen, listen, yeah
What's the dealy? Pass the Philly, get silly
That's on the really
We snappin' like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill
I'm talking Achilles
Try to play me like I ain't me
But I provided all the deets
Who you know worth 50 million
Still rapping on breakbeats?
From Nasty Nas, Big L, Tribe, the Roots
And many more of course
We could never forget Biggie and Young Shakur
Fuck the police, no
We ain't fucking with our pastor
I'm the bastard that mastered the flow
Said it once before for sure
While 6ix produce hit's from the soul
You already know
Visualising and realising my life
Is fucking crazy poppin' like Jay-Z
Dirty dancing on the game like Swayze
I'm one of the illest, and bitch
I've been ready to kill this
It's so amazing
Bitch, I've been blazing, I'm talking grass
I ain't talking grazing
Latest shit the tape while I sip scotch
Let the haters kick rocks
My flow is tip-top
I never flip flop why? 'Cause
My soul too strong did this all on my own
'cause waiting took too long
The flow sophisticated
All these youngins do is
Whine like they inebriated
I'm hated, but yeah
That's how you know I made it
I'm one of the illest, I'm one of the realest
I'm ready to kill this
The people they feel this
Me and my team made millions but
You know we still us
Yeah, they wanna kill us but they all feel us
RattPack real all the time, we never phony
I'm single handedly running the
Game like a Sony
While the rest of these rappers is acting
Pass 'em the Tony, pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers
Logic's the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah
Like Bob Marley
These racist motherfuckers hate
That last line
Probably haters on the internet ain't
Got nothing to bargain
Said I'd never make it, bitch
I just sold out the Garden sinatra
Young Sinatra IV, the album september 28th
Bringing that boom bap back for the RattPack
They say they want the old Logic
The one that flow like a faucet
I'm still the same me
They just don't believe it like they agnostic
If I spit over the boom bap
They perceive it as nostalgic
But the truth is my subject
Matter is still the same
Production selection is still flame
But they love you on the come-up
'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit
That they frequent from 19 to 2019
Been murdering this shit for a decade
From the boom bap to the trap
Let my style cascade listen, listen, yeah
What's the dealy? Pass the Philly, get silly
That's on the really
We snappin' like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill
I'm talking Achilles
Try to play me like I ain't me
But I provided all the deets
Who you know worth 50 million
Still rapping on breakbeats?
From Nasty Nas, Big L, Tribe, the Roots
And many more of course
We could never forget Biggie and Young Shakur
Fuck the police, no
We ain't fucking with our pastor
I'm the bastard that mastered the flow
Said it once before for sure
While 6ix produce hit's from the soul
You already know
Visualising and realising my life
Is fucking crazy poppin' like Jay-Z
Dirty dancing on the game like Swayze
I'm one of the illest, and bitch
I've been ready to kill this
It's so amazing
Bitch, I've been blazing, I'm talking grass
I ain't talking grazing
Latest shit the tape while I sip scotch
Let the haters kick rocks
My flow is tip-top
I never flip flop why? 'Cause
My soul too strong did this all on my own
'cause waiting took too long
The flow sophisticated
All these youngins do is
Whine like they inebriated
I'm hated, but yeah
That's how you know I made it
I'm one of the illest, I'm one of the realest
I'm ready to kill this
The people they feel this
Me and my team made millions but
You know we still us
Yeah, they wanna kill us but they all feel us
RattPack real all the time, we never phony
I'm single handedly running the
Game like a Sony
While the rest of these rappers is acting
Pass 'em the Tony, pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers
Logic's the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah
Like Bob Marley
These racist motherfuckers hate
That last line
Probably haters on the internet ain't
Got nothing to bargain
Said I'd never make it, bitch
I just sold out the Garden sinatra
Young Sinatra IV, the album september 28th
Bringing that boom bap back for the RattPack