[Logic:]
Yeah...
Yeah, yeah
Turn my mic up a little bit
RattPack, boy!
[Verse 1: Logic]
Ayo, whose arm is this?
I guess Slim cut it off at the pharmacist
We murdering MC's then flee to where ever the Bahamas is
I blew up, so that should let ya know just who the bombest is
Cause I could see the future like my glasses' Nostradamus's
Damn these rappers and they fillings like an orthodontist
It's probably cause my skin is white, C'mon be more then honest?
I signed a deal with Def Jam cause I'm the man
These fuckers sorta's and kinda's. Yo, Ayo
Yo my city behind this.
I know that you see that I'm murdering synonyms all up when I rhyme this
My flow is impeccable, hella unwreckable
Knowing nobody else honest
So let me slow it down.
Yo let me slow it down
Check it! Ayo, yo, yo
Let me slow it down so these ignorant people hear me
Even my favorite MC's won't get near me cause they fear me.
Revere me, no disrespect. I mean that shit sincerely
I am merely the 2nd Renaissance to the fullest
It's all love from up above,
Keep a gat in the glove just in case
Introduce you to Christ like Mase, Sike Nah!
All of you know that Logic keep the peace,
But my brothers keep a piece in the streets, You got it? Capeesh?
See that's a life I never wanted but I grew up in
And did a lot of dumb shit I'd never do again, What!
[Dizzy Wright:]
The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable [x3]
You can't fuck with this style!
Funk Volume! RattPack! Pro Era!
Funk Volume!
[Kirk Knight:]
Whoooooooo!
[Verse 2: Kirk Knight]
I said who want war? mass killing MC's
I'm your Dada, nothing less then a seed
Please you cyah romp with me
And I still got Jedi view
Pray that the force be with you all in this general bleed
Don't retaliate when I re tell you already warned
I terrorize the skies and probably just make you my son
Or swap your towel in early
It's the same simple story but in this category you messing with me
Brethren
In the free spirit hear it in every lyric
Something I'm tryna... every post pivot
Niggas is pretentious I don't pretend shit