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Smoking in London while the snow fall
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In another country so pardon me for the roll call
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Damn, who would've thought the fan base was this immense
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On the first ******g plane to Paris so pardon my french
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Shows sold out, fans in line even though it's cold out
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Yeah, touring Europe getting swiss cheese
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Many said I'd never attain it now I'm like, "******* please, what up?"
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Allow me to open up the verse with something so diverse
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Now let the flow immerse, hold up; watch it disperse
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Visions of Biggie, Big L and 2Pac just looking at me
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From the gates of Heaven while the police booking at me
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Open your mental while ******* give me brain with no dental
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Y'all probably think I'm crazy for touching this instrumental
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Shout out my cousin Ego, he know this *******t's sentimental
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Been doing this *******t for my dogs, holding down the kennel
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My ex hit me talkin bout she wanna make up
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But on the real, I got no time for cover girls
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Music is my main *******, no time for other girls
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I'm finna blow like Hiro*******ma, my demeanor get meaner
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Watch me elevate to arenas
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Me without the mic, that's like
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Martin without the Gina, Venus without Serena
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Now these thirsty ******* on the *******, we call that Aquafina
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I used to bus tables until them tables turned
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And everything I have obtained is everything I've earned
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And everything I rap about is everything I've learned
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So hopefully the listener can position a situation where they don't get burned
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And they can learn from my mistakes, like I've learned from the greats
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To do whatever it takes, for Heaven's sakes open your mind
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This *******t's one of a kind, elegant and refined, irrelevant to the swine
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What's the deal?
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Whipping through LA in the coupe de Ville, on the real
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To various people I do appeal, because of skill
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So this the type of *******t I'm gon keep making
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That make MCs break fast like flapjacks and bacon
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Rest in peace to BIG, and many other fallen soldiers
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Never Hollywood, I'm grounded like a cup of Folgers, ******* I told ya
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Allow me to open up your mind and mold ya
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Indulge ya, within this *******t I call the second Renascence
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The system broke and they sent Logic in for maintenance
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All you wack rappers couldn't break change to make sense
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I'm back again with another argument about how much I'm black again
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Fighting for credibility from the lack of blacker skin
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It's kind of funny how your pigment determines how people perceive you
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That's ignant
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Ain't seen my mommy in a minute
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Cause growing up she called me a *******
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That would never amount to nothing
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Racism from my own momma, left home because of drama
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But I can make it in the rap game, look at Obama
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You ain't been in my shoes, you don't know my story
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You don't know what's in store, but ******* I stocked the inventory
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******* a critic with the ******* to try to tell me how I feel
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You wasn't with me as a child
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Never once did you feel the pain of my stomach
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That manifested from the lack of meals
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Headed to the soup kitchen on foot by the lack of wheels
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We aim to keep it real
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And hell no we ain't never missing
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Came a long way from eating when government gave permission
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If you think these lyrics ain't deep, you too stupid to listen
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Just an outkast with a mission to spit to whoever listen
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******* it's Logic! |
