Penwise, Logic - Killa Collab lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Penwise, Logic - Killa Collab lyrics]
East Koast Killa Penwise Collaboration
East Koast Killa east Koast Killa
Sinatra east Koast Killa east Koast Killa
Pass me my R-E-S-P-E-C T respect
Growing up to neighbors cooking meth
Drug raids for days
My klan killa like gamma rays
Never distribute where the heads
In your family lay
Hookers walking up and down the
Block lookin’ for props
Chillin’ with my sister late night
And now I’m hearing shots
Couple of bodies outlined in chalk
Three dropped plus a cop
Up on the sidewalk dey got popped he got shot
And now every one of thems
In the ground to rot
I erase the silence that
Condones the inner violence
Consumed by the ice up
In my veins solidification
Bitches getting off to my
Voice like masturbation my mind’s racin’
Now the thoughts up in my
Dome they got me pacin’
You need my lyrics like
Pheins need free base'n
You attracted to my words
Like machetes to Jason
The fame’s what I’m tastin’
The pain I’m erasin’
Every other test you throw at
Me you know I’m aceing
I burn ya’ like a bigger
BLUNTS LONE WOLF face'n
Switchblades in they cage prayin’ for days
Leave you MIA like runaways
Throwing mystical wordplay
My ETA never delays
Talk a lot like gamma rays
Never he-say she-say
Penwise penwise penwise penwise
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Now up and down the east
Coast killer hand deliver sinister slithers
Syllables turn blue in the winter
I've been blue since I've had the
I rip it infernally rippin’
Words up internally
Fighting fire with fire so how you
Think that you burnin’ me
I reside in the middle so don’t
You think that you turnin’ me
Defile what you say I’m
Spittin’ venomous wordplay
To hell and back is where they send em’
I produce the anti-venom
You talkin’ shit behind my back that
Means I’m ten steps ahead
Stole you style like I stole your
Private files from the Feds
My lyricism disintegrates your motherfucking
Mental state like meds
This game’s about the mutation of
Dough we call bread
The presence of the coffins every dead
Fuck the system what I said
Then they ask us why we mad
Like we not allowed to be
Contradicting they own words in
A state of jealousy
Cuz’ we ten times smarter ten times stronger
Ten times wiser than you’ll ever fuckin’ be
I’m just speaking the truth
This is far from powerful B
My flow is metaphysical
Your death is critical
I be the definition of original
Whippin’ in rituals
Physical damage leaving your mind contained
Murderin’ slain through the central nervous
System in your brain
Now we drop the cops drop
The sickest cough drops
Throwin’ rocks in the bulletproof crib
I’ll be straight you should be scared to shit
Cuz’ my confidence is mid?
You can’t bring me down
To extinguish my english
Don’t point your fingers
I break em’ at the knuckle
I take out gay rappers and couples
Over the balls over the calls
Lay down on the table?
It’s funny the way it all turned out
Simply burnt out i’ll give you something to
Pout about for fuckin’
Around without a shadow of a doubt
I cast out more losers than the White House?
I crouch in a cubby of comfort more search?
They never find the words the tongue ties
I did an open mic in a
Crow spot screaming like rage?
I used the stage to hell raise
East Koast Killa east Koast Killa
Sinatra east Koast Killa east Koast Killa
Pass me my R-E-S-P-E-C T respect
Growing up to neighbors cooking meth
Drug raids for days
My klan killa like gamma rays
Never distribute where the heads
In your family lay
Hookers walking up and down the
Block lookin’ for props
Chillin’ with my sister late night
And now I’m hearing shots
Couple of bodies outlined in chalk
Three dropped plus a cop
Up on the sidewalk dey got popped he got shot
And now every one of thems
In the ground to rot
I erase the silence that
Condones the inner violence
Consumed by the ice up
In my veins solidification
Bitches getting off to my
Voice like masturbation my mind’s racin’
Now the thoughts up in my
Dome they got me pacin’
You need my lyrics like
Pheins need free base'n
You attracted to my words
Like machetes to Jason
The fame’s what I’m tastin’
The pain I’m erasin’
Every other test you throw at
Me you know I’m aceing
I burn ya’ like a bigger
BLUNTS LONE WOLF face'n
Switchblades in they cage prayin’ for days
Leave you MIA like runaways
Throwing mystical wordplay
My ETA never delays
Talk a lot like gamma rays
Never he-say she-say
Penwise penwise penwise penwise
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Now up and down the east
Coast killer hand deliver sinister slithers
Syllables turn blue in the winter
I've been blue since I've had the
I rip it infernally rippin’
Words up internally
Fighting fire with fire so how you
Think that you burnin’ me
I reside in the middle so don’t
You think that you turnin’ me
Defile what you say I’m
Spittin’ venomous wordplay
To hell and back is where they send em’
I produce the anti-venom
You talkin’ shit behind my back that
Means I’m ten steps ahead
Stole you style like I stole your
Private files from the Feds
My lyricism disintegrates your motherfucking
Mental state like meds
This game’s about the mutation of
Dough we call bread
The presence of the coffins every dead
Fuck the system what I said
Then they ask us why we mad
Like we not allowed to be
Contradicting they own words in
A state of jealousy
Cuz’ we ten times smarter ten times stronger
Ten times wiser than you’ll ever fuckin’ be
I’m just speaking the truth
This is far from powerful B
My flow is metaphysical
Your death is critical
I be the definition of original
Whippin’ in rituals
Physical damage leaving your mind contained
Murderin’ slain through the central nervous
System in your brain
Now we drop the cops drop
The sickest cough drops
Throwin’ rocks in the bulletproof crib
I’ll be straight you should be scared to shit
Cuz’ my confidence is mid?
You can’t bring me down
To extinguish my english
Don’t point your fingers
I break em’ at the knuckle
I take out gay rappers and couples
Over the balls over the calls
Lay down on the table?
It’s funny the way it all turned out
Simply burnt out i’ll give you something to
Pout about for fuckin’
Around without a shadow of a doubt
I cast out more losers than the White House?
I crouch in a cubby of comfort more search?
They never find the words the tongue ties
I did an open mic in a
Crow spot screaming like rage?
I used the stage to hell raise