Louis Logic - Fair Weather Fan lyrics
[Louis Logic - Fair Weather Fan lyrics]
Message post: 6-10-90 never
Subject louis logic
You said it folks this guys clever
He got extra dope rhymes
And punch lines forever
His stuff will catch in no time
If his production guy was better
And theres nothing I like better
Then new battle lyrics
My favorite jam is "Secret Agent" man
You have to here it
I heard he got a phat review in a mag or two
And now the majors want him that
Would suck if that was true
There ain't a cat half as fat as lou
And that's the truth who's stayin Indie
Or dudes with punchlines on
Major lables sayin any
He even answers all his emails if
He's got a chance at all
He told me icons real name is vinny
Maybe when he's getting chased by a
Bunch of sweaty face record snakes
With chansaws and machete blades in pursuit
Like leather face and jason
He'll be the first kid who don't forget
His place and sustains the basement
Anyways hit me up on my email if
You disagree or wanna spit a free
Later dmx63 door closes
I said pray for the sunshine warmth today
But the cold rain cloud gon wash the sun away
You know this guy cries child
But don't you weap
Cause mother son even goes to sleep
I said pray for the sunshine warmth today
But the cold rain cloud gon wash the sun away
You know this guy cries child
But don't you weap
Cause mother son even goes to sleep
Well isnt this poetic faithfully
Theres another emcee with major label
Fever next thing we know
He'll make a disco record
Louis Logic the next thing to
Grow into a classic?
Its probably more likely Roy Jones
Will get his ass kicked
He has made some impressive
Plastic but thats it
He never crafted a classic with
An extended track list
Who tries to make tremendous rap
Hit's on 12 inches anyways?
He doesnt understand that this
Is hells business
All the labels care about is sales figures
And your whereabouts on the charts
And rappers livin at there parents house
For tryin to invent a daring sound
Which obviously isnt lous intent to
Save you the suspense
His newest attempts a dissapointment
And a clear case
A great unlistened enjoyment
For career stakes
So here's the answer and the ointment
Show em no love
Your favorite dick eating critic
Also known as O'Dub
I said pray for the sunshine warmth today
But the cold rain cloud gon wash the sun away
You know this guy cries child
But don't you weap
Cause mother son even goes to sleep
I said pray for the sunshine warmth today
But the cold rain cloud gon wash the sun away
You know this guy cries child
But don't you weap
Cause mother son even goes to sleep
So this is what you've all been asking for
I never let your small talk
Make me mad before
Cause after all when it's said and done
Its as if these cats wish
My only bread was crumbs so let em front
Everyones a critic theese days
Not to complain these little djs dis wax
Of the popular phrase
But the topics the same, money sex and guns
Is that less expressive from how
Indie snobs expect it done
When underground records come
With three choices they can't spit
You can't understand it
Or it's punks with weak voices
And you rejoice at three joints of the
20 tracks only some were fat
Then you wish you had your money back
Therell be none of that in
My wax or stage show
I make extra sure to stay dope
Im spittin for your pesos
And kick them on the same flow to
Show you that im anti wack
Wether indie or major and their ain't
To many fans like that cHROUS 2
I said pray for the sunshine warmth today
But the cold rain cloud gon wash the sun away
You know this guy cries child
But don't you weap
Cause mother son even goes to sleep
Blue skies and the sunshine come today
To the rain clouds gone washed the sun away
I know that things arent the way
That they supposed to be
So I keep my umbrella so close to me
Younge Fella you wouldn't know
A dope emcee if
The lord made them grow from trees
So some fellas wouldn't know a dope emcee if
The lord made them grow from trees
They used to love my shit
Before the suburb chicks
Wanted to suck my dick
Now the rain done came
It's like they hate the flow
Cause the radio increased the ratio
Its the same dumb thing
They might say my name
To the sound that creates migraines
Which means I don't go counterfit
To change my game i got a plan to be fresh
And even if the first families stressed
God damn the regret I can't be supressed
Subject louis logic
You said it folks this guys clever
He got extra dope rhymes
And punch lines forever
His stuff will catch in no time
If his production guy was better
And theres nothing I like better
Then new battle lyrics
My favorite jam is "Secret Agent" man
You have to here it
I heard he got a phat review in a mag or two
And now the majors want him that
Would suck if that was true
There ain't a cat half as fat as lou
And that's the truth who's stayin Indie
Or dudes with punchlines on
Major lables sayin any
He even answers all his emails if
He's got a chance at all
He told me icons real name is vinny
Maybe when he's getting chased by a
Bunch of sweaty face record snakes
With chansaws and machete blades in pursuit
Like leather face and jason
He'll be the first kid who don't forget
His place and sustains the basement
Anyways hit me up on my email if
You disagree or wanna spit a free
Later dmx63 door closes
I said pray for the sunshine warmth today
But the cold rain cloud gon wash the sun away
You know this guy cries child
But don't you weap
Cause mother son even goes to sleep
I said pray for the sunshine warmth today
But the cold rain cloud gon wash the sun away
You know this guy cries child
But don't you weap
Cause mother son even goes to sleep
Well isnt this poetic faithfully
Theres another emcee with major label
Fever next thing we know
He'll make a disco record
Louis Logic the next thing to
Grow into a classic?
Its probably more likely Roy Jones
Will get his ass kicked
He has made some impressive
Plastic but thats it
He never crafted a classic with
An extended track list
Who tries to make tremendous rap
Hit's on 12 inches anyways?
He doesnt understand that this
Is hells business
All the labels care about is sales figures
And your whereabouts on the charts
And rappers livin at there parents house
For tryin to invent a daring sound
Which obviously isnt lous intent to
Save you the suspense
His newest attempts a dissapointment
And a clear case
A great unlistened enjoyment
For career stakes
So here's the answer and the ointment
Show em no love
Your favorite dick eating critic
Also known as O'Dub
I said pray for the sunshine warmth today
But the cold rain cloud gon wash the sun away
You know this guy cries child
But don't you weap
Cause mother son even goes to sleep
I said pray for the sunshine warmth today
But the cold rain cloud gon wash the sun away
You know this guy cries child
But don't you weap
Cause mother son even goes to sleep
So this is what you've all been asking for
I never let your small talk
Make me mad before
Cause after all when it's said and done
Its as if these cats wish
My only bread was crumbs so let em front
Everyones a critic theese days
Not to complain these little djs dis wax
Of the popular phrase
But the topics the same, money sex and guns
Is that less expressive from how
Indie snobs expect it done
When underground records come
With three choices they can't spit
You can't understand it
Or it's punks with weak voices
And you rejoice at three joints of the
20 tracks only some were fat
Then you wish you had your money back
Therell be none of that in
My wax or stage show
I make extra sure to stay dope
Im spittin for your pesos
And kick them on the same flow to
Show you that im anti wack
Wether indie or major and their ain't
To many fans like that cHROUS 2
I said pray for the sunshine warmth today
But the cold rain cloud gon wash the sun away
You know this guy cries child
But don't you weap
Cause mother son even goes to sleep
Blue skies and the sunshine come today
To the rain clouds gone washed the sun away
I know that things arent the way
That they supposed to be
So I keep my umbrella so close to me
Younge Fella you wouldn't know
A dope emcee if
The lord made them grow from trees
So some fellas wouldn't know a dope emcee if
The lord made them grow from trees
They used to love my shit
Before the suburb chicks
Wanted to suck my dick
Now the rain done came
It's like they hate the flow
Cause the radio increased the ratio
Its the same dumb thing
They might say my name
To the sound that creates migraines
Which means I don't go counterfit
To change my game i got a plan to be fresh
And even if the first families stressed
God damn the regret I can't be supressed