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logic - prime lyrics

(hey) the mental state of a lyricist in his prime
spittin’ rhyme, thought from the mind
poetic rhetoric that rhyme
we punch lines that leave you conflicted, and hit
rewind
every time i spit an i’ll line the worlds mine

f-ck a matana
quit it the second i’m out the v-g-n-
won’t even call her mañana
sike

lyrical unibomber
i’m a i’m a allergic to drama
mentality of a felon
rebellin’ elevate
while you repellin’
only hate because i’m sellin’
who you tellin’?

see i was on that raw sh-t
while you was on that naw sh-t
the people “they gonna toss it”
when that all they endorse it

i just waited for my time to shine, i never forced it
strategically planned it like peyton mannin’ way before
sh-t was even real

i remember nights as a child with my momma, hungry
but my hunger for this music is on another level
this sh-t will truly have you contemplatin’ deals with
the devil
but homie i’m a king not a p-wn i never settle
cause this joint within my mind
is so fine i can bend metal

yeah, in high school i wasn’t worried about them a’s
and b’s
i was trying to make the flow unkillable to obtain
these gs
murder syllables, yes i aim to please, so much ice they
call me mr. freeze
sike
all up under your girls skirt as if i was the breeze
flow celsius i surp-ss degrees
homie, please
and now i’m feelin’ like i’m number 1
cause n-body made it in the game out of where i’m
coming from
can you feel me?

me and my team devised a scheme to get the cream
followin’ dreams, livin’ our lives like movie scenes
it started as a team, sippin’ liquor, smoking’ green
for music i was a fiend, my homies know what i mean

ha, lethal projectiles aimed at reptiles
best get your money in order fore’ you get checked now

(yeah) the beats my b-tch, the mic’s my mistress
fiance flowin’ i engage, don’t miss this now
hop on the track, you know i kill it to death
f-ckin’ with logic, it’s inevitable that i will result
in your imminent death
now hit rewind and take a breath, homie ain’t nothin’
left
i’m gregory house and this game is testin’ my patients
been on the low like freemasons
livin’ amazing, if your sh-t is hot my sh-t is cajun
divine white wine flowin’, yes you know it’s aging
you got sixteens? ha, i got mathematical equations

- logic lyrics

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