Mind of a Maniac - Logic (Psychological: The Mixtape)

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  • Опубликовано: 11 сен 2024
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    [Intro]
    I'ma let it drop this time, yeah
    [Verse 1]
    Psycho whats fearless, anti-slits that means I'm illest
    No bitch on my blood so I qualify as the realest
    Infinite my mental capacity, ain't no passing me
    A mastery with more verses than the first testament
    Sacrifice a week, MC's that's how I do repent
    C4, I'll disintegrate your friend to see more
    Suicide lyricist, hit you like a claymore
    My sixth sense leave you to burn like a pack of incense
    Flow intense, filled with mad suspense
    As I drench your headphones, proclaim my throne
    Switch up the style quick to invert the tone
    Yo, ha, yo
    [Verse 2]
    My mentality decipher reality for pretend
    My state of mind is forcing fools to bend
    Can you comprehend from where I do descend
    My minds may never end, my philosophy a zealous prophecy
    Let me teach you this hypocrisy
    I'm an assassin with the name of a Kennedy
    But truly you can't kill my identity
    Sway with the miracle known as lyrical melody
    Coming with brutality, finish with a fatality
    Listen, I'm the illest white boy on the M-I-C
    Reside in MD
    Right around the corner from DC
    In my spare time, I write rhymes in three
    What's the dealio?
    Sharp like Number 24s free throw
    Playing Bitches like kino pass the scene, oh shit
    Cause you know I need dough
    Never pack heat my blade eat from retreat
    I never sleep, less it be around the police
    Spit projectiles, rugged exterior like a reptile
    I never met an MC that could truly amaze me
    Yeah they bust shots, but they bullets only graze me
    A mental institution, I probably need to be in it
    Cause I ain't done 'till I'm done and the song finished
    This the type of shit that you bump with your windows tinted
    This the type of shit that you bump with your fingers lifted
    Spit the illest, I grab the microphone so you can feel this
    Give you the realest, c'mon you know the deal is
    Ever since I started rapping, real shit begun to happen
    Brainwave frequencies I'm tapping
    My first show, standing ovation, they still clapping
    Showcases of governmental facilities
    They was feeling me, dictionary my only utility
    My flow heavier than menstruation
    Leave the whole club shocked cause my skin Caucasian
    Amazing, sharper than a sword by an Asian
    Rhymes I release through my rugged fingertips
    Keep a 9 to 5 only 'till I get rich
    Cause I gotta hold a job, or I'll feel like a bitch
    I murder mics, wordplay nice, heart made of ice
    Any publicity good publicity, right?
    So if my name in ya mouth, then I'm spreading like lice
    I'm too nice
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