- Logic Dead Presidents III 歌詞
- Logic
- logic
Dead Presidents III, Not to be confused with Growing Pains III
Logic this logic that, Logic sick, Logic wack
Logic just don't give a *******, RATTPACK
So many people think that rap is they calling, stop it just cease
Got it capiche? This is my house you ******s just lease
Waitin' on a record deal that's never coming like a priest
Black and white like a nun
These up-and-comers our sun
Like the break of dawn
So follow your father like an apostle
Paint pictures like a Picasso while ************ uncover my fossil
Never knowin what's gon follow
However we never wallow in our sorrow
Just pray for tomorrow
At times my heart could be hollow
Emotions forced to be swallowed
While neighborhood cats blast off gats like the Apollo
This is just a simple reminder as my lyrics force you to ponder
Life's a ************ and I heard she'll ******* you so I'm trying to find her
One moment she'll love you then swallow you whole like an anaconda
The ************ is kinky, kind of
So with the lift of a pinky I'mma
Dominate the world like my name is brain
Spit flame like propane
************ I overcame you know the name
Ink in my veins, inflames
and spew on the page, to numb the pain like Novocain, mutha ******
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)
I'm out for dead ******* presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)
I'm out for dead ******* presidents to represent me
Allow me to kill it off the brake like no traffic
Murderin' every demographic
Paint a picture using only blood to make sure that it's graphic
Rip the mic to set the example
While all these mu-******s testin my patience like blood samples
Constant thoughts of suicide, we live in an era that's do or die
Society expects us to fail, I'm talking about you and I
But we persevere force feed enemies truth serum
We want, nothing but peace and if not we leave em deceased
In your central nervous system like ******* reppin' maryland to the fullest
Bustin like bullets that travel through chambers ignited by triggers don't pull it
I get from point A to point B by keeping it G
Ain't no killer but don't push me
If you grab the heat you a ************
Knuckle up and tell me how you feel, forget the steel
I have not a single enemy
Only evil entities that have some how befriended me, In they mind
Cuz I am just a mortal man of peace that can rhyme
And when it comes to dame's I catch plane's
They catch feelins
Haters keep my name in they mouth like fillings
High as the ceiling
Ya'll really don't know who your dealing with now
Visions of livin' until my flesh is perished and my spirit is risen
Thankful for every breath I'm givin
******* social division
On the road to success and their ain't no time for collision
People ask "how you get your flow so amazing"
To which I reply "I have yet to scratch the surface like abrasions"
Haters takin' shots they never graze him
Now if pro is the opposite of con
What's the opposite of pro-gress
I love my country but that ************t a mess
Grew up on section 8, I can attest
And now they wonder why I claim that I'm the ******* best
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)
I'm out for dead ******* presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)
I'm out for dead ******* presidents to represent me
Now if I don't believe it y'all won't perceive it
Now run it back and retrieve it
Till you receive it in your mother ******* mind
Only 22 but I feel like I'm 99
Back in 1999 that's when I began to rhyme
Surrounded by narcotics and crime but you know I ************ne
Daddy was smokin crack I was raised by a single mom
Fastin every night I ain't talking bout no Ramadan
I was poor as ******* me and my momma didn't have a dime
At 16 the school system dismissed him and wished him well
But my momma never fought it, how the ******* could I prevail?
So I focused on this music and used it to create a life of my own
I left home at 17
Shortly after my momma got stabbed by ******* around in the streets
But she still breathin which gives me a reason
to believe in a higher power instead of grieving
So many rappers biting me you would think they was teethin
And now you know this is just a sugar coated version
within a fraction of a percentage that was taken from just a piece of my story
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