Young Sinatra II

(альбом: Young Sinatra - 2011)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Various women I'm swimming in like a shark
Hold up, that was the first one, let me run it back and restart
Young Sinatra ripping the beat apart
Shining like a diamond when I be rhyming
But y'all in the dark
On point like a poisonous dart
I can feel it now, the fame is coming soon
How can sky be the limit when there's footprints on the moon?
Now, I used to bus tables, now I bust rhymes
Spitting lines to the illest of dimes just to pass the time
Living like a Don, mafietic mind state
Hip-hop heads never die, we multiply then dominate
Now I been flowing since a adolescent up until the present
Rehearsing flows for various shows
Yeah, that's how I roll
Getting respected, never neglected
As I infect it, they detect it, when I dissect it
Rip it and wreck it, now that's on the record
As the vinyl spin so slowly
Bringing verses like a Holy
Bible, my flow is tribal
Meet me in the street homie I'm liable
To get it right then and there
Motherfuckers like, "Where?"
He come from?
Got music for days and then some
They were stepping confident until I made 'em run
You know it's Logic
In your vicinity murder evil entities better known as your enemies
You feel it now
Spark the L and you be cooling
Chilling relaxing to this audio satisfaction
I leave emcees missing in action, leave you gashing
From a thousand lashes
While I'm laughing with a passion
Stand over you smiling 'til I hear sirens and now I'm dashing

[AZ (Nas):]
Life's a bitch and then you die
(That buck that bought the bottle)
(Coulda struck the lotto)
Life's a bitch and then you die
(Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some)

[Logic:]
This second verse is dedicated to rappers that never made it
'Cause they gave up on their dream
In other words they hesitated to take it
But I swear I'ma make it better than ever before
'Cause half of y'all don't even know
See I be rolling through the streets
In a Beamer bomber like Hiroshima
Hit you like Katrina 'til they like, "Damn Gina!" (Damn!)
I eat MCs like fast food, hella rude
I'm the reason that your favorite rapper's in a bad mood
My name is Logic, I was born in 1990
Ain't no need to remind me
That when you listen you wanna rewind me
All the labels wanna sign me for the right reasons
We aim to please
Hunting dollars and it's buck season
'Cause

[AZ (Nas):]
Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why we puff lye
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die
Ayo, put the Grants over there in the safe, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause we spending these Jacksons. The Washingtons go to wifey, you know how that go
(I'm saying this is what it's all about, right? Clothes, bankrolls and hoes, you know what I'm sayin'?)
Sinatra
(You know, then what, man? What what?)
Logic