Logic
Untitled (2009)
[Verse]
Step on the stage and I’m telling you that I just can’t hide it
Spitting perfection make you think that my brain was robotic
Addicted to the music thing like a fucking narcotic
Lyrically psychotic, give me the mic I get demonic
I flow at a thousand MPH now I dare you to time it
Sometimes I spit but when’s it’s so sick yes I gotta bomb it
There ain’t no word on this earth that I would kill a rhyme with
Ignorance is bliss, in the eyes of a sinner
Life is a bitch and she’ll fuck you but I came all up in her
I’m new on the scene, but murder it for a beginner
I spit IMAX so you can see every lashing
I professionally direct it like Luc Besson, ask em
Then go swallow a bottle of aspirin
Can’t none of y’all see me when I’m bucking and I’m dashing
You want beef claiming that you hard but you chicken
Grab the heat, hear the gat cock now you shitting
Pussy like kitten, bammers run whenever I’m ripping
I get bitches so wet that they slip in me cause they dripping
Right through your sternum, rip out they teeth and then we burn’ em
‘Cause dental records determine who is murdered like Vermin
I spit too much, split ‘em like dust, then rip out they guys
That kilo flow, you know my shit is uncut
Pic up the mic and now everybody go listen, MC’s I dismiss ‘em, and dump they body won’t no one miss ‘em
I’m venomous, spit it glisten, pierce into your nervous system
Like Romeo when she kissed him, then suicide cause she missed him
Now this ain’t a gift, it’s a curse and I’d hate to say it’s scary
This ain’t a verse, this is your fucking obituary
My mood it vary, eat rappers like they was commissary
That’s when I’m rhyming, see I eat rappers like they Ramen
Don’t tell Obama, I think my tongue is [?] bombing
Anybody that want it, Logic keep it one hunnid
Thermal laser guided sight so none of y’all want it from it
Pot it then gun it, nitro stopping at three hunnid
Step inside of the booth every style I don’ done it
My radius blast past, no way you can outrun it
Faking on me and you fuckers gon’ get one to the stomach
Psychological don’t never ever forget the name
In it for the respect but ain’t nothing wrong with the fame, yeah