Brock Human, Louis Logic - Perfect Crime lyrics
[Brock Human, Louis Logic - Perfect Crime lyrics]
(Mantra)
Sub-terrain hurricane, I am the unexplained
Play your numbers I guarantee you
The fun and games
Will fuck with your eyesight
Like a right hook to your blindside in a
Prize fight with iron Mike Tyson might
And I am the type that could
Happily die on the mic
I’m like TLC forever keep my
Left eye on the mic
Ima write this dynamite until
The beat gets old
Til I’m retired or at least
Until my feet get cold
Til the respect fold actually fuck it
If I was rapping for other people
I’d have never begun it
I don‘t rap for the fans
I don’t rap for the critics
L rap for the love and I love
It if you happen to feel it
A handful of kids are down
To hang like a stalactite
It's not enough just having rhymes
You gotta have the appetite
And that is why Mantra fly like a satellite
Keeping that shit live feed em rap
To keep the fans alive
(Mantra & Louis Logic)
Sentences so sick they should be serving time
We walk the line instead of
Working for a worthless dine
We should be in the pen
For penning such perfect rhymes
(Mantra) Perpetrator of the perfect crime
This isn't something you can learn with time
This ain't the type of gold you
Can simply search and find
We should be in the pen
For penning such perfect rhymes
(Louis Logic) Perpetrator of
The perfect crime
(Louis Logic)
I never cut corners, still I’m well-rounded
On a search for perfect I got much warmer
And then I yelled "found it"!
But, I hate ego and might as well drown it
In countless 12-ounces pounded til
I find myself grounded
Down with weak sauce and half-efforts
So common to rap records
Who the hell turns the heat
Off in bad weather?
Oh you write songs with the
Least thought? That's clever
Let's skip the peace talks and see
Which of us kicks ass better
L treasure the mean songs that I have done
It seems wrong but i guess the fans
Do too the way they pirate them
Your favourite hired gun who gets
Paid supplying fun ways to
Make a biting punk wanna take
His life and jump jump up and get down
There's many a nut in the pub
Who love the sick sound
So put up 20 bucks on this
Round for the king down
Your head ain't big enough for this crown
(Mantra and Louis Logic)
Still looking for worthy target
Two good eggs in a bad market
Where a double act means a
Another rap slash scam artist
Ain't got no gats in the crew
But, if you're asking to lose
You can Catch like Alan Arkin
We chase the light
But roam into the darkness
If home is where the heart is
Then we'll open up your carcass
Even unconscious we speak brilliant nonsense
The monstrous Mandiggy and Louis Logic
2 truly unruly artists who came
To break the mold
We liberated the cake it holds
And ate it whole we put a face on bold
The brave captains of innate rappin’
They wanna take our souls? It ain’t happenin’
I hope you ’re strapped into your chairs
Phone your chaplain and ask him to
Fit ya into his prayers folks are clappin’
Rappers’ll begin to despair
Hope’s collapsin’ for tacklin’ such
An infamous pair
Sub-terrain hurricane, I am the unexplained
Play your numbers I guarantee you
The fun and games
Will fuck with your eyesight
Like a right hook to your blindside in a
Prize fight with iron Mike Tyson might
And I am the type that could
Happily die on the mic
I’m like TLC forever keep my
Left eye on the mic
Ima write this dynamite until
The beat gets old
Til I’m retired or at least
Until my feet get cold
Til the respect fold actually fuck it
If I was rapping for other people
I’d have never begun it
I don‘t rap for the fans
I don’t rap for the critics
L rap for the love and I love
It if you happen to feel it
A handful of kids are down
To hang like a stalactite
It's not enough just having rhymes
You gotta have the appetite
And that is why Mantra fly like a satellite
Keeping that shit live feed em rap
To keep the fans alive
(Mantra & Louis Logic)
Sentences so sick they should be serving time
We walk the line instead of
Working for a worthless dine
We should be in the pen
For penning such perfect rhymes
(Mantra) Perpetrator of the perfect crime
This isn't something you can learn with time
This ain't the type of gold you
Can simply search and find
We should be in the pen
For penning such perfect rhymes
(Louis Logic) Perpetrator of
The perfect crime
(Louis Logic)
I never cut corners, still I’m well-rounded
On a search for perfect I got much warmer
And then I yelled "found it"!
But, I hate ego and might as well drown it
In countless 12-ounces pounded til
I find myself grounded
Down with weak sauce and half-efforts
So common to rap records
Who the hell turns the heat
Off in bad weather?
Oh you write songs with the
Least thought? That's clever
Let's skip the peace talks and see
Which of us kicks ass better
L treasure the mean songs that I have done
It seems wrong but i guess the fans
Do too the way they pirate them
Your favourite hired gun who gets
Paid supplying fun ways to
Make a biting punk wanna take
His life and jump jump up and get down
There's many a nut in the pub
Who love the sick sound
So put up 20 bucks on this
Round for the king down
Your head ain't big enough for this crown
(Mantra and Louis Logic)
Still looking for worthy target
Two good eggs in a bad market
Where a double act means a
Another rap slash scam artist
Ain't got no gats in the crew
But, if you're asking to lose
You can Catch like Alan Arkin
We chase the light
But roam into the darkness
If home is where the heart is
Then we'll open up your carcass
Even unconscious we speak brilliant nonsense
The monstrous Mandiggy and Louis Logic
2 truly unruly artists who came
To break the mold
We liberated the cake it holds
And ate it whole we put a face on bold
The brave captains of innate rappin’
They wanna take our souls? It ain’t happenin’
I hope you ’re strapped into your chairs
Phone your chaplain and ask him to
Fit ya into his prayers folks are clappin’
Rappers’ll begin to despair
Hope’s collapsin’ for tacklin’ such
An infamous pair