Logic – No Pressure Freestyle Lyrics

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[Verse]
Ayo, I never had a car‚ that’s why I hate the fucking bus
Took the 61 to Germantown and hear them guns bust
Call it static‚ headphones on‚ it’s Illmatic
On my Rosa Parks in the back writin’ like B Rabbit
How I carry it, gimme the beat and then I’ma bury it
Producin’ tracks for the underground like Harriet
Too alive like twins in the womb, come hither‚ consume
All of my memories from past and present like two identities
Logic fallin’ off is an obscenity, top five I bet I be, steadily listening
Goddamn‚ goddamn—conversations with people
Crazy how one day the legends forget that they equal
On this Under Pressure sequel we not takin’ it back, we keepin’ it pushin’
People scared of change, but you’ll find me deep in a cushion
Readin’ Nostradamus at 90 degrees, better believe
I turn a prophet with ease, diacritical lifestyle, I’m always overseas
Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowin’ trees
With the topic I drop it fuck around and leave ’em all concussed
When I bust no thrust, world we livin’ in is fucked
Industry rule number 4,081, your new shit ain’t good as your old shit
‘Til your new shit is your old shit, son, in this sun, let me get some
I wear this 24 karat solid gold rollie for my son as an heirloom
Not for lookin’ dope as I rhyme
As a representation to give your family your time
Searchin’ for love in the industry you’ll be let down
They don’t love you ’til you dead and then they call you profound
That’s the truth
I’m close to the cliff, like Rick Dalton in the booth
Money ain’t the key to happiness and this the proof
Modern day rappers like a golden era spoof
But a few of us resurging within a second, renaissance
And I know that my death give times
Keepin’ a legacy goin’ by flowin’ so involuntarily seamless
Me and my team is finally reapin’ what we been sowin’ like a seamstress
Now listen up, check it
I said I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990 ah
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, like MPC Akai
Who I name William after ’cause I get bills from these beats
Fuck the industry, know we keepin’ it real up in these streets
Came up in a world that’s off its axis
All that’s promised, death and taxes
And a dope ass tour by L-O-G-I-C
Cordae and JID, but that shit ain’t free, now check it (Sinatra)
Yeah, and on that note I keep it G
Like track four, kick in the door by BIG
Don’t believe me, look that shit up, I promise you’ll find the key
To that punchline, I’m feelin’ just fine
Let the abyss of my, my, my, my mind consume
Snap my fingers like I’m Thanos and Bobby Boy bringin’ the doom
‘Cause I’m 630, killin’ shit, hands down and dirty
That white boy can’t rap, he talk good and act nerdy
Feelin’ good yeah, I’m feelin’ lovely
Backyard sunset, sippin on that Bubly
Ice Cube in my nightcap, it was a good day
You heard what the hood say, Logic what you should play
Killin’ shit like OJ, I’m rhymin’ like old Jay
Hip-hop phenom, play arenas like I’m Coldplay
All day, we get it like that, we got it, got it, all day
Sinatra

[Outro]
Nothing but peace, love, and positivity to the whole wide world
RattPack, you already know what it is man
BobbyBoy Records, we out this bitch (Logic)
And I’m havin’ a little baby
Surprise, it’s a little baby boy
Fuck TMZ, they can’t get the scoop on that shit
Welcome little Bobby to the world one time
Alright, I’m done
That’s it, yeah

Logic – Homicide Lyrics

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[Intro: Smokey Legendary, Logic & Both]
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Why, Dad?
Because you came out of my balls, nigga
Hahahahahaha

[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Bustin’ like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain’t no way in hell we leavin’ nobody alive
Even suicide, no, fuck that
Bobby feelin’ villainous, he killin’ this
I’m comin’ for your man and his lady and even the baby
I’m feelin’ like I’m, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies

[Verse 1: Logic]
I’m foamin’ out the mouth, ain’t nobody takin’ me out
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I’m about
And I dare you to test me
‘Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
And maybe that’s a little bit of an exaggeration
But I’m full of innovation
And I’m tired of all of this high school “he’s cool, he’s not” rap shit
Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
No, this ain’t a diss to the game, it’s a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit’s lame
Like a moth to the flame, I’m a realer man, a killer
Know you feelin’ it, I sizzle when I’m spillin’ it, I’m feelin’ myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin’ himself
Mass murder like this can’t be good for my health
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Well, it don’t really matter, ’cause I’m killin’ this shit
Yeah, I’m killin’ this shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I’m killin’ this shit
Bobby, how many times you been killin’ this shit?
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Bustin’ like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain’t no way in hell we leavin’ nobody alive
Even suicide, no, fuck that
Bobby feelin’ villainous, he killin’ this
I’m comin’ for your man and his lady and even the baby
I’m feelin’ like I’m, chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady

[Verse 2: Logic]
There’s nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
Hit ’em with that (Do-do-do) and they die
We gon’ leave ’em crucified, we call this shit genocide
I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes
No, we ain’t fuckin’ with that
Yeah, there’s a time and a place
But if you ain’t comin’ with the illest of raps
Callin’ yourself the greatest alive
Then you don’t deserve to do that
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that
You gon’ get smacked
You gon’ make Bobby attack
You gon’ make Bobby Boy snap
You gon’ make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)

[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Bustin’ like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain’t no way in hell we leavin’ nobody alive
Even suicide, no, fuck that
Bobby feelin’ villainous, he killin’ this
I’m comin’ for your man and his lady and even the baby
I’m feelin’ like I’m chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn’t write anything
Are getting washed now, chika-chika-chika, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hittas like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin’, leave you shot up in your Rover
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol’ up, I said rover because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I rode over my opponents instead
Makin’ dog sounds ’cause I gotta keep breakin’ these bars down
I’ll go slow for the speds
But when I go (Roof!) like the doberman said
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Haha)
Beast mode, motherfuckers ’bout to get hit
With so many foul lines, you think I’m a free throw
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep clothes
From the East Coast to the West, I’m the ethos and I’m the G.O.A.T
Who the best? I don’t gotta say a fuckin’ thing though
‘Cause MCs know
But you don’t wanna hear me spit the facts
Your shit is ass like a tail bone
And you’re trapped in your cell phone
I’ma chicken scratch, I’ma self-loathe
I don’t want to fuckin’ listen to you spit your rap someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn’t do shit but just sit still
Now money’s not a big deal
I’m rich, I wipe my ass with six mill’
Big bills like a platypus
A caterpillar’s comin’ to get the cannabis
I’m lookin’ for the smoke ’cause you motherfuckers are scatterin’
Batterin’ everything and I’ve had it with the inadequate
Man, I can see my dick is standin’ stiff as a mannequin
And I’m bringin’ the bandana back, and the fuckin’ headband again
A handkerchief and I’m thinkin’ of bringin’ the fuckin’ fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular fuck like fuck rap
I sound like a fuckin’ millionaire
With the Derringer with a hair trigger
‘Bout to bear hug your fuckin’ terrier to “Ric Flair Drip”
And y’all couldn’t hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin’ air duct
I’m about to bare knuckle it, nah, fuck it
I’m gonna go upside the head with a Nantucket
Abraca-fuckin’-dabra
The track is the blood of my track that I’m attackin’ it
What, Dracula? Fuck that shit
I’m up, back with a thud-
Man, stop

[Outro: Chris D’Elia]
Look what I’m plannin’, plannin’, I’m plannin’ to
Do all this while ya panickin’
And you’re lookin’ and starin’ at mannequins
And I’m goin’ to Fanagans
Trying to get up a plan against
All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans
While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana
You’re in a cab-
I’m in a cabana and a Janet
I’m in a cabana chantin’ all this stand up banter
While you don’t got the stamina, you’re lackin’ the stamina
You’re lackin’ the stamina while you’re divorcin’ Harrison Ford
And I’m in a Porsche on the floor boards
While I’m world tourin’
You usin’ way too many napkins, papkins
Lapkins and chapki-
You using ChapStick and napkins while I’m bapkin’
Flappin’ around like a bapkin’
Flamminababbitapannitajampkin
Dammit, a can of p-

Logic – Can I Kick It Lyrics

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[Intro: Juto]
Okay
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Chorus: Juto]
Wonderful beauty queen
You’re the only one for me
It don’t matter how it seems
But you can come kick it with me
Well, can I ask you, baby

[Refrain: Juto]
Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!)
Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!)
Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!)
Well, I’m gone, gone

[Verse: Logic]
Ayy, it’s the Bobby Boy, better known as chocolate and vanilla
Ain’t another iller, I’m the nuke to Godzilla
I feel a sensation, vibration comin’ on
Walk up in the spot like a motherfuckin’ don
What’s up with you, shorty? Tryna get to know you
I know we went to school together, that’s the old you
Never told you how I felt, I feel I owed you
Never really tried to talk to you because of old dude
But beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl
Don’t you walk out my world
Everything that the boy feel for you, girl
It compiles my world

[Bridge: Logic]
Tell me that you’re satisfied
Without me right by your side
No, no, please don’t run and hide
Let your man give you a ride
No, no, please don’t run and hide
Skippity, bop, bop, na, na, na, na
La da-da-da, la da-da-da, da da da da

[Refrain: Logic]
Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!)
Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) (Na na na, na na, na na)
Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!)
Well, I’m gone (Can I kick it?) (Gone and)
Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!)
Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!)
Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!)
Well, I’m gone (Gone and)

[Chorus: Juto]
Wonderful beauty queen
You’re the only one for me
It don’t matter how it seems
But you can come kick it with me
Well, can I ask you, baby