Live On The Air

(album: Young Sinatra - 2011)

Ayo, I'm living abroad like the baddest bitch you've ever seen
Ain't about that hybrid shit but I'm all about the green
Making so many moves, I need a dose of Dramamine
For rap I'm a fiend, come and test my team
I school MCs 'cause I'm the motherfucking dean
My cerebral cortex force, my trigger finger reflex
To bust Tecs like raw sex, ain't no telling what's next
I sling mixtapes like crack rocks
Watch snow bunnies chilling in the backdrop, discussing how the track rocks
Goddamn, I'm a miraculous man
And if I wasn't Logic, I'd be his number one fan
Beware I'm spitting fire 'cause the world is in dire need of an MC to admire
And set the bar higher
So I conspire, within my mind just had a friar
The rap Messiah, fresh to death so peep the attire
Feeling like B Rabbit when he slaughtered the Lotto
Get money, fuck bitches, and respect women is the motto
You say potato, I say potato
You call 'em rappers but all I see is comedians
My future's looking XXL, they shit is medium
Call me Bobby Kennedy the way I fuck with Marilyn
MCs approach, take notes, and then I bury them
I'm out of this world, my studio's the planetarium
The way I flow, this shit is slicker than butter
The second I utter lyricism that leave all the rest in the gutter
I thought I told ya'll I'm the best, d-d-did I stutter?
I'll hit your mom in the head with a car bomb just to blow her mind like Vietnam
Had a MySpace account but my only friend was Tom
When I eat pussy, I pretend that I'm speaking in Islam
Psych, it's a joke I swear that I'm not racist
To be honest I'll murder you no matter what color your face is
Punch you in the face if I catch you slipping in braces
You want beef? I'll choke you to death with your own shoelaces
Psych, I swear I'm not a violent guy
Once upon time I brought a Super Soaker to a drive-by
Full of Kool-Aid and warm piss
My buzz is growing every day and when the swarm hits
Million dollar trips, sex at the Ritz
So rich I'll make bitches show Charlie Murphy their tits
Blow the competition to bits, leaving the enemy lit
But I'm out 'cause there's women to please and money to get
It's Logic