Song | Logical - normal |
Artist | Jeru the Damaja |
Album | Divine Design |
作词 : Davis | |
I shine the, farther light to liberate poor blacks | |
Some people lying to themselves, I deal in actual facts | |
Press too hard and you will get smacked, this more than just talk | |
I procede to produce beats, knock your tooth loose | |
Seeing is believing, dog, here's the proof | |
I chef this up in the lab and I make shit soundable | |
Back up against the wall, and still fighting | |
When I thought it was no rhymes left to write, I kept writing | |
Saw my brothers in South Africa, they we inspiring | |
And if at first you don't succede, then keep trying | |
World tours, keep me counting my blessings | |
Snakes in my circumference, help me learn from life lessons | |
Had to analyze the wire, just his greatest question | |
And even when you think a brother's down, I'm steadily pressing | |
Keep banging out those studio session | |
And when they think they know my next move, I keep 'em quessing | |
It's only logical | |
[scratched up: "Logical"] | |
[Jeru the Damaja] | |
Explosive verses blow ya mind like a terrorist | |
Bust a verbal shot in the crowd, the pro activist | |
Used to smoke that ganja but it left me listless | |
This is off the subject, but rhyme too hard, you just might break ya neck | |
Don't know what's popping, dog, I'm still in effect | |
And the moves that I make, help me finance my own project | |
The road gets rough but I'm still climbing | |
And, even on the cloudiest days, I'm still shining | |
Like cole one day can become a precious diamond | |
The pressures of the world, refine the souls of some men | |
Others let they being, become filled with hate | |
And they take it to the grave of the pen, my ball point right | |
Trying to decipher, realize from the truth | |
Everybody claim they got the proof | |
Everybody claim they got the juice | |
Everybody know the formula, but if you follow | |
Will you win or lose? It's only logical | |
[scratched up: "Logical"] | |
[Jeru the Damaja] | |
The jewels I drop, hit like dope in ya fiends | |
Although it's dope, it's not the dope you smoke like crack cocaine | |
Still my product can drive you insane | |
And on that same note, I flip the mic like drugs | |
The games like fiends that cutthroat | |
Knowledge Wisdom Understanding is the gun that I tote | |
When the waters get stormy I'm sure to stay afloat | |
Is this brother for real, the answer is True Indeed | |
I move a mountain with a must concede | |
You do the research, smack a sucka with the truth | |
Because we know the truth hurts | |
And you can talk all you want, but you judge by ya words | |
Not exploiting no freaks, but I'm constantly pimping | |
The system, making a killing like O.J. Simpson | |
All that gangsta talking rap to me is quite comical | |
Real recognize real, dog, it's only logical |
zuò cí : Davis | |
I shine the, farther light to liberate poor blacks | |
Some people lying to themselves, I deal in actual facts | |
Press too hard and you will get smacked, this more than just talk | |
I procede to produce beats, knock your tooth loose | |
Seeing is believing, dog, here' s the proof | |
I chef this up in the lab and I make shit soundable | |
Back up against the wall, and still fighting | |
When I thought it was no rhymes left to write, I kept writing | |
Saw my brothers in South Africa, they we inspiring | |
And if at first you don' t succede, then keep trying | |
World tours, keep me counting my blessings | |
Snakes in my circumference, help me learn from life lessons | |
Had to analyze the wire, just his greatest question | |
And even when you think a brother' s down, I' m steadily pressing | |
Keep banging out those studio session | |
And when they think they know my next move, I keep ' em quessing | |
It' s only logical | |
scratched up: " Logical" | |
Jeru the Damaja | |
Explosive verses blow ya mind like a terrorist | |
Bust a verbal shot in the crowd, the pro activist | |
Used to smoke that ganja but it left me listless | |
This is off the subject, but rhyme too hard, you just might break ya neck | |
Don' t know what' s popping, dog, I' m still in effect | |
And the moves that I make, help me finance my own project | |
The road gets rough but I' m still climbing | |
And, even on the cloudiest days, I' m still shining | |
Like cole one day can become a precious diamond | |
The pressures of the world, refine the souls of some men | |
Others let they being, become filled with hate | |
And they take it to the grave of the pen, my ball point right | |
Trying to decipher, realize from the truth | |
Everybody claim they got the proof | |
Everybody claim they got the juice | |
Everybody know the formula, but if you follow | |
Will you win or lose? It' s only logical | |
scratched up: " Logical" | |
Jeru the Damaja | |
The jewels I drop, hit like dope in ya fiends | |
Although it' s dope, it' s not the dope you smoke like crack cocaine | |
Still my product can drive you insane | |
And on that same note, I flip the mic like drugs | |
The games like fiends that cutthroat | |
Knowledge Wisdom Understanding is the gun that I tote | |
When the waters get stormy I' m sure to stay afloat | |
Is this brother for real, the answer is True Indeed | |
I move a mountain with a must concede | |
You do the research, smack a sucka with the truth | |
Because we know the truth hurts | |
And you can talk all you want, but you judge by ya words | |
Not exploiting no freaks, but I' m constantly pimping | |
The system, making a killing like O. J. Simpson | |
All that gangsta talking rap to me is quite comical | |
Real recognize real, dog, it' s only logical |