Dead Presidents lll

("Logic this, Logic that")

("Logic sick, Logic wack")

Logic, just don't give a fuck

Ratt Pack

So many people think that rap is they calling, stop it, just cease

Got it, capiche? This is my house, you fuckers just lease

Waitin' on a record deal, that's never coming like a priest

Black and white, like a nun

These up and comers, our sun, like the break of dawn

So follow your father, like an apostle

Paint pictures like a Picasso, while bitches uncover my fossil

Never knowing, what's gon' follow

However we never wallow in our sorrow

Just pray for tomorrow

At times my heart could be hollow

Emotions forced to be swallowed

While neighborhood cats blast off gats like the Apollo

This is just a simple reminder, as my lyrics force you to ponder

Life's a bitch, and I heard she'll fuck you

So I'm trying to find her

One moment she'll love you, then swallow you whole, like an anaconda

The bitch is kinky, kinda', so with the lift of a pinky

I'ma dominate the world like my name is Brain

Spit flame like propane

Bitches I overcame you know the name

Ink in my veins, in flames, and spew on the page

To numb the pain like Novocaine, motherfucker

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me

Allow me to kill it off the brake, like no traffic

Murderin' every demographic

Paint a picture using only blood to make sure that it's graphic

Rip the mic to set the example

While all these mother fuckers testin' my patience, like blood samples

Constant thoughts of suicide, we live in an era that's do or die

Society expects us to fail, I'm talking about you and I

But we persevere force feed enemies truth serum

We want, nothing but peace and if not, we leave 'em deceased

In your central nervous system like heroin, reppin' Maryland to the fullest

Bustin' like bullets, that travel through chambers ignited by triggers, don't pull it

I get from point A to point B by keeping it G

Ain't no killer, but don't push me

If you grab the heat, you a pussy

Knuckle up and tell me how you feel, forget the steel

I have not a single enemy

Only evil entities that have some how befriended me, in they mind

'Cause I am just a mortal man of peace that can rhyme

And when it comes to dames I catch planes

They catch feelings

Haters keep my name in they' mouth, like fillings

High as the ceiling

Y'all really don't know who your dealing with now

Visions of livin' until my flesh is perished, and my spirit is risen

Thankful for every breath I'm givin'

Fuck social division

On the road to success and there ain't no time for collision

People ask, "How you get your flow so amazing?"

To which I reply, "I have yet to scratch the surface like abrasions"

Haters takin' shots but they never graze him

Now, if pro is the opposite of con

What's the opposite of progress?

I love my country, but that shit a mess

Grew up on section 8, I can attest

And now they wonder why I claim that I'm the fucking best

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me

Now, if I don't believe it y'all won't perceive it

Now, run it back and retrieve it

Till you receive it in your motherfuckin' mind

Only twenty-two, but I feel like I'm ninety-nine

Back in 1999, that's when I began to rhyme

Surrounded by narcotics and crime, but you know I shine

Daddy was smoking crack, I was raised by a single mom

Fasting every night, I ain't talking 'bout no Ramadan

And I was poor as fuck me and my mama, we didn't have a dime

At sixteen, the school system dismissed him and wished him well

But my Momma' never fought it, how the fuck could I prevail?

So I focused on this music and used it to create a life of my own

I left home at seventeen

Shortly, after my Momma' got stabbed by fucking around in the streets

But she still breathin' which gives me a reason to believe in a higher power instead of grieving

So many rappers biting me, you would think they was teething

And now you know, this is just a sugar-coated version within a fraction of a percentage, that was taken from just a piece of my story