Ayo, I'm living abroad like the baddest bitch you've ever seen
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Ain't about that hybrid shit but I'm all about the green
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Making so many moves I need a dose of Dramamine
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For rap I'm a fiend, come and test my team
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I school MC's cause I'm the motherfucking dean
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My cerebral cortex force, my trigger finger reflex
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To bust techs like raw sex, ain't no tellin' what's next
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I sling mixtapes like crack rocks
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Watch snow bunnies chillin' in the backdrop, discussin' how the track rocks
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Goddamn, I'm a miraculous man
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And if I wasn't Logic, I'd be his number one fan
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Beware I'm spittin' fire cause the world is in dire need of an MC to admire
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And set the bar higher
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So I conspire, within my mind just had a friar
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The rap Messiah, fresh to death so peep the attire
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Feelin' like B Rabbit when he slaughtered the Lotto
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Get money, fuck bitches, and respect women is the motto
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You say potato, I say potato
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You call 'em rappers but all I see is comedians
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My future's lookin' XXL, they shit is medium
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Call me Bobby Kennedy the way I fuck with Marilyn
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MCs approach, take notes, and then I bury them
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I'm out of this world, my studio's the planetarium
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The way I flow, this shit is slicker than butter
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The second I utter lyricism that leave all the rest in the gutter
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I thought I told ya'll I'm the best, d-d-did I stutter?
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I'll hit your mom in the head with a car bomb just to blow her mind like Vietnam
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Had a myspace account but my only friend was Tom
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When I eat pussy I pretend that I'm speaking in Islam
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Psych, It's a joke I swear that I'm not racist
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To be honest I'll murder you no matter what color your face is
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Punch you in the face if I catch you slippin' in braces
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You want beef? I'll choke you to death with your own shoelaces
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Psych, I swear I'm not a violent guy
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Once upon time I brought a Super Soaker to a drive-by
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Full of Kool-Aid and warm piss
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My buzz is growing every day and when the swarm hits
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Million dollar trips, sex at the Ritz
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So rich I'll make bitches show Charlie Murphy their tits
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Blow the competition to bits, leavin' the enemy lit
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But I'm out cause there's women to please and money to get
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It's Logic
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