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feat. Logic & Kirk Knight Yo, 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 y'all 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, come on, 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 unbreakable, knowing nobody else honest So let me slow it down, yo, let me slow it down Check it 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 second 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? Capisci? See, that's a life I never wanted but I grew up in Letras de cancionesAnd did a lot of dumb shit I'd never do again The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable Can't fuck with this style Funk Volume, RattPack, Pro Era Funk Volume Fuck with this style I said who want war? Mass killing MC's I'm your dada, nothing less than a seed Please recount, Mac 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 retaliate, already won I terrorize the skies and probably make you my son Washed up, you towel in early It's the same simple story but in this category you messing with me, brethren Ain't a free spirit, hear every lyric, something that I'm trying, esoteric Every post pivot, niggas is pretentious, I don't pretend shit Penny for your thoughts, man, tell him where his sense is I sense I know fear in this race my object so clear Whatever floods your boat is probably what's set by your peers This is the foot of my label, call me, I'm stable Hold your horses, ain't nothing but fables What's the fucking deal if there's no labels? Any enemy I already decapitate them Can't compute this picture, already just main framing So whose head is this? This is the one and fucking specialist ahead of the game Like I'll stay perpetuous The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable Can't fuck with this style Funk Volume, RattPack, Pro Era Funk Volume Fuck with this style Hey yo, whose leg is this? I'm stretching it until it breaks We sending messages, scraping off the complexion of your face Pass the medicine, landed, never stranded in your state Couple demands, but my lovely fans will never make me wait You get the memo, the intro was some logic for your mental Lyrically complex for the temple, you niggas simple Taking over y'all should consider taking our instrumentals Just to prove that y'all could rap, well, move the fuck back We on fire, that Illuminati talk is getting tired I mean the fact that I'm the fortune should tell you I follow what I desire I'm the man, in the land of the sticks I do what I can And I have king symptoms, you just don't find this with your friends Got that living in ivy, your flow inacceptable We coming up so we could kill everybody We headed, you better dead before we catch you When you be out in your Bugatti No, no, that nigga ain't nobody, he sloppy Lolly gagging with the band, wacky posy, you's a hoe Pussy dry, you ain't cleaned it in months Preaching that teen word makes the dream work from the junk, chump The homeless man is eating rappers for lunch A blunt to back it up, I hope that I ain't asking for much, what? The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable Can't fuck with this style Funk Volume, RattPack, Pro Era Funk Volume Fuck with this style From Letras Mania