PRhyme, Logic - Mode lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[PRhyme, Logic - Mode lyrics]
Yeah, fall in line to fall back
Big L's technique, Pun's grammar
Before the roof went in the trunk
The ragtop sat back behind the head
Just like a gun hammer
My sickness should remind you of Christmas
Cause I’m always coming down with
Something like a young Santa
Understand, there will be no rematch
The kinda ass whooping you’ll only have
To open up one can of (Nickel Nine the God)
You ain’t rolling forward
You’re rolling wrong
Reaching out to gangstas to be
Gangstas you holding on
I grab a hold of this 44 long and let it go
More than a four year old
Singing the Frozen song
I put this Tec to your eclectic
Temple and wreck your wit
Then carve in your tombstone "Heavenly
Father he wasn’t ready
To collide with a force to be reckoned with"
Do you boys know who you messing with?
I’m with messing-with-niggas-destiny shit
I'm from the Midwest
I stopped drinking so I can
Start policing the block
Now I just cop smoke like pig breath
Pac’s soul would come out if
I died a big death
Shoe connoisseur, who’s finer, your
Bitch or my bitch? It don’t matter
Cause you with my ex
The name of my ex inked on you, to me homie
You extinct like a dinosaur
You can probably find me
Spooning with a dime looking like
Lucy Liu, or something to my room
Looking like a huge China drawer
I’m a motherfucking walking hazard
Find me in the bodying department
When y’all rhyming if y’all don’t release
Remind me
Of Prodigy partner, y’all can have it
I man up, lifted the can up
Killed the killer who ran up scared
When I was eight my daddy
Yelled down the basement steps
You only gotta listen to me
And the man upstairs
'Cause I’m in motherfuckin' beast mode
Beast mode, homie, I’m in beast mode
Know who I am, beast mode
Yeah, yeah, fuck a black, brown
Yellow or white it’s about unity
While the media tryna twist my words
For the opportunity to ruin me
Fuck ‘em all, bitch, I’m still doing me
It’s you and me on the record I’ll
Detect it like an infected nervous system
I never miss
I murder my mission as the rendition
I listen while my chain glisten
I’ma get it like the world is endin'
Dependent on if it’s impendent
Defendin' my mind in the way I
Rhyme so I’m sendin' in
The best of the best
No never the less I never digress
I just keep it moving
Finger fuck who ain’t on improving
We finally grooving, on the way
No way to remove them
We constantly improving yeah
Through rejuvenation
I said juveniles run the nation, come now
Fuck your occupation
A revelation I’m facing
More secretive than a mason
It look like we neck and neck
But I’m far from adjacent
I come so far from that basement
They look at me and know I'm in beast mode
I’m in beast mode
(Then it’s game time) Beast mode
(I’m a beast) I’m in beast mode
(Know who I am) Beast mode
(I’m, I’m in the zone for realer)
(Then it’s game time) Beast mode
(I’m a beast) I’m in beast mode
(Know who I am) Beast mode
5, 5’9, 5, 5’9 5’9, 5, 5’9, 5, 5, 5’9
5’9, 5, 5’9, 5, 5, 5’9 5, 5’9, beast mode
PRhyme!
Big L's technique, Pun's grammar
Before the roof went in the trunk
The ragtop sat back behind the head
Just like a gun hammer
My sickness should remind you of Christmas
Cause I’m always coming down with
Something like a young Santa
Understand, there will be no rematch
The kinda ass whooping you’ll only have
To open up one can of (Nickel Nine the God)
You ain’t rolling forward
You’re rolling wrong
Reaching out to gangstas to be
Gangstas you holding on
I grab a hold of this 44 long and let it go
More than a four year old
Singing the Frozen song
I put this Tec to your eclectic
Temple and wreck your wit
Then carve in your tombstone "Heavenly
Father he wasn’t ready
To collide with a force to be reckoned with"
Do you boys know who you messing with?
I’m with messing-with-niggas-destiny shit
I'm from the Midwest
I stopped drinking so I can
Start policing the block
Now I just cop smoke like pig breath
Pac’s soul would come out if
I died a big death
Shoe connoisseur, who’s finer, your
Bitch or my bitch? It don’t matter
Cause you with my ex
The name of my ex inked on you, to me homie
You extinct like a dinosaur
You can probably find me
Spooning with a dime looking like
Lucy Liu, or something to my room
Looking like a huge China drawer
I’m a motherfucking walking hazard
Find me in the bodying department
When y’all rhyming if y’all don’t release
Remind me
Of Prodigy partner, y’all can have it
I man up, lifted the can up
Killed the killer who ran up scared
When I was eight my daddy
Yelled down the basement steps
You only gotta listen to me
And the man upstairs
'Cause I’m in motherfuckin' beast mode
Beast mode, homie, I’m in beast mode
Know who I am, beast mode
Yeah, yeah, fuck a black, brown
Yellow or white it’s about unity
While the media tryna twist my words
For the opportunity to ruin me
Fuck ‘em all, bitch, I’m still doing me
It’s you and me on the record I’ll
Detect it like an infected nervous system
I never miss
I murder my mission as the rendition
I listen while my chain glisten
I’ma get it like the world is endin'
Dependent on if it’s impendent
Defendin' my mind in the way I
Rhyme so I’m sendin' in
The best of the best
No never the less I never digress
I just keep it moving
Finger fuck who ain’t on improving
We finally grooving, on the way
No way to remove them
We constantly improving yeah
Through rejuvenation
I said juveniles run the nation, come now
Fuck your occupation
A revelation I’m facing
More secretive than a mason
It look like we neck and neck
But I’m far from adjacent
I come so far from that basement
They look at me and know I'm in beast mode
I’m in beast mode
(Then it’s game time) Beast mode
(I’m a beast) I’m in beast mode
(Know who I am) Beast mode
(I’m, I’m in the zone for realer)
(Then it’s game time) Beast mode
(I’m a beast) I’m in beast mode
(Know who I am) Beast mode
5, 5’9, 5, 5’9 5’9, 5, 5’9, 5, 5, 5’9
5’9, 5, 5’9, 5, 5, 5’9 5, 5’9, beast mode
PRhyme!