Live On The Air
(专辑: 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