Louis Logic - What You Think What I Know lyrics
[Louis Logic - What You Think What I Know lyrics]
You think I don't when I do
Tell a wino on the street he
Can't get open like Lou
I drink a six pack an hour
Piss back and shower
And get magic powers to whip ass on cowards
Bitch, that's just how it's gonna have to be
This isn't a choice, so why you askin' me
Submit to the voice, it's hypnotic
The listener's choice is Logic
Mischievous boy
Wonder who destroys a mash pit
Obnoxious, toxic, sinister prophet
Slick enough to con a
Television minister's profit
From his pocket and shoplift your
Chick while you watch it
And dig up in her crotch quick
As if I'm a locksmith
I'm a pop hit in a pub for miserable drunks
Sippin' a mug of suds till I trip on the rug
And when the bouncer tells me that
I'm kicked from the club i piss on his Lugz
Now that's what I consider a buzz
You think I can't when I can
Get my hands on a pen
And write another anthem again
You think I don't when I do
Tell I wino on the street he
Can't get open like Lou
You think I won't when I will
Tell a ho I might feel that
I'm known for my skill
You think I'm not what I am
The type of guy who might say "Hi!"
With a swat from my hand
I got on the stand in the courtroom
Hammered before noon
And told 'em to drop the case
Cause, I'm plannin' a tour soon
With more tunes than your local Meineke
And I'll stick you into your
Tomb if you want privacy
Ain't nobody live as me not when
It comes to Logic Diploma
Assed like he's hot in the summer
I curse better than sailors or
Rednecks in a trailer
And if I lose I'll probably become
The best of the failures
The tale is told over ages
How we go from stages surrounded
By hoes in cages
Light shows with lasers and explosive vapors
And disappeared for years like
A cloaked escapist
Run home and tape it on your local station
Don't be patient, tell your mom, "Bitch
I won't be waitin'"
Hoes can hate this like an approachin' rapist
But they don't
They just tell me that I'm dope and tasteless
How 'bout an overnight thrill in the sack
Drillin' your cat
I'll use my tackle like spackle
And fill in your crack
It's hip hop's most villainous act
So filthy in fact
My track's like a sewer spill on the wax
So any militant task force willin'
To ask for it
Better chill if you have thoughts
Like killin' the rap lord and boozin
He drinks like he's more than human
And thinks even quicker
But that's more confusin'
Shoot 'em, stab 'em, run up and jab 'em
In the abdomen, nobody can stop a Madvillain
Police are after 'em tryin' to cuff 'em
But they're just a bunch of fags to 'em
Tryin' to fuck 'em and just when you think
The kid's style's disgustin'
I rush in to start another vile production
Beer funnel and vodka like I was Russian
Now my hangovers come with a mild concussion
Alright, alright, OK
Million dollar question of the week
What's the difference between
What you think and what I know?
I'm right, motherfucker
This has been a special presentation
Brought to you by Louis Logic and JJ brown
Tell a wino on the street he
Can't get open like Lou
I drink a six pack an hour
Piss back and shower
And get magic powers to whip ass on cowards
Bitch, that's just how it's gonna have to be
This isn't a choice, so why you askin' me
Submit to the voice, it's hypnotic
The listener's choice is Logic
Mischievous boy
Wonder who destroys a mash pit
Obnoxious, toxic, sinister prophet
Slick enough to con a
Television minister's profit
From his pocket and shoplift your
Chick while you watch it
And dig up in her crotch quick
As if I'm a locksmith
I'm a pop hit in a pub for miserable drunks
Sippin' a mug of suds till I trip on the rug
And when the bouncer tells me that
I'm kicked from the club i piss on his Lugz
Now that's what I consider a buzz
You think I can't when I can
Get my hands on a pen
And write another anthem again
You think I don't when I do
Tell I wino on the street he
Can't get open like Lou
You think I won't when I will
Tell a ho I might feel that
I'm known for my skill
You think I'm not what I am
The type of guy who might say "Hi!"
With a swat from my hand
I got on the stand in the courtroom
Hammered before noon
And told 'em to drop the case
Cause, I'm plannin' a tour soon
With more tunes than your local Meineke
And I'll stick you into your
Tomb if you want privacy
Ain't nobody live as me not when
It comes to Logic Diploma
Assed like he's hot in the summer
I curse better than sailors or
Rednecks in a trailer
And if I lose I'll probably become
The best of the failures
The tale is told over ages
How we go from stages surrounded
By hoes in cages
Light shows with lasers and explosive vapors
And disappeared for years like
A cloaked escapist
Run home and tape it on your local station
Don't be patient, tell your mom, "Bitch
I won't be waitin'"
Hoes can hate this like an approachin' rapist
But they don't
They just tell me that I'm dope and tasteless
How 'bout an overnight thrill in the sack
Drillin' your cat
I'll use my tackle like spackle
And fill in your crack
It's hip hop's most villainous act
So filthy in fact
My track's like a sewer spill on the wax
So any militant task force willin'
To ask for it
Better chill if you have thoughts
Like killin' the rap lord and boozin
He drinks like he's more than human
And thinks even quicker
But that's more confusin'
Shoot 'em, stab 'em, run up and jab 'em
In the abdomen, nobody can stop a Madvillain
Police are after 'em tryin' to cuff 'em
But they're just a bunch of fags to 'em
Tryin' to fuck 'em and just when you think
The kid's style's disgustin'
I rush in to start another vile production
Beer funnel and vodka like I was Russian
Now my hangovers come with a mild concussion
Alright, alright, OK
Million dollar question of the week
What's the difference between
What you think and what I know?
I'm right, motherfucker
This has been a special presentation
Brought to you by Louis Logic and JJ brown