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  • 作词 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Chris Martin/Charles Bernstein
    作曲 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Chris Martin/Charles Bernstein
    Yeah-yeah, yeah
    Vinyl Days, DJ Premier
    That's my homie, that's my idol
    On the road to success but you're idle
    6ix on the beat, Rattpack, motherf!cker, let's go
    Here we go, let's get it all

    All I need is one mic, one pen, one page to ignite
    Subject matter heavy but the flow is MC Lyte
    You mad as f!ck, all you see is red like a conservative
    All the critics do is talk, I'm really not concerned with it
    Hella tired and we can make your residency permanent
    Several shots, they tyin' up your body with a tourniquet
    Let it rock, it's obvious that he don't know who turn it is
    Keep my circle tight-knit 'cause people move deceitful
    Money and greed will expose you to the root of evil
    Already proved myself, not worried 'bout who's my equal
    Far from an Anti-vaxxer but I moved the needle
    She got me wonderin' if what I do is legal
    F!ck it, I'm goin' a hunnid in this Buick Regal
    F!ck it, I'm goin' a hunnid play, I'm Beanie Sigel
    You still run that old game, like a Neo, G-O
    You lookin' for me? I'ma be in Rio
    Sunbathin' off the coast, sippin' Pinot Grigio
    Out the country so much they like, "Easy, gringo"
    Straight off the two-track, don't need a single
    Travelled abroad for my catalog
    With all this money, recording raps on my Macintosh, call it Apple sauce
    Even with the cameras off, I be spazzin', dawg
    Drum machine, analog, the North Face camouflage
    That lo-fi dusty, Panasonic with the trackin' off
    ********* smoke fill the air like L.A. traffic small
    Come on, homie, listen to the voice of reason
    Yeah, you talk a lot of shit but don't want the beef like a vegan
    Was passin' through like the aux channel
    And then I fell asleep on you, shit, we call you the golf channel
    I'm barbecue grillin' these rappers in Croc sandals
    Got money to cop Lambos but I'd rather chop samples
    Many lines, many rhymes, shit, got it like Pennywise
    Shoutout Big Brother, got many eyes
    I'm like Malcolm peekin' through the mini-blinds
    F!ckin' with Logic, that's the reason that you stop breathing
    Cardiac arrest caught you at your chest
    Should've wore a vest, now you all a mess
    You know common threat, you should've wore a dress
    Polo high-tech with the navy crest
    Cut from the cloth you couldn't thread with a needle
    Bought the shit at Fred Segal, got your b!tch spread eagle
    The revolution won't be televised, they tellin' lies
    They wanna strip your soul away and lead you to a world that's dry
    That's why we in the kitchen cookin', know you smell the vibes
    And stick to your ribs shit, no frozen fries, go against the gang, get pulverized
    I'm at the crib watch-watchin' Cobra Kai, thinkin' to myself, "God damn, how old am I?"
    Rose through depression like a rose, I was destined
    Your boy reach his goals like Lee Rose with the left hand
    When life takes a toll, I suppose it's a lesson
    Question, how you woke but you slept in?
    Treddin' on your rappers like Midas for over ten years
    Without changin' tires, shit, I should probably check the mileage
    Back on my hustle, got packs in the duffle
    Push rhymes like weight, yeah, you know I'm taxin' you double
    I'm in a pocket like I'm runnin' that, run it back
    I bought your new shit, hey, run me my money back
    Fly by night, this that flight like Mike
    ESPN, better get those highlights right
    Perform better when the lights shine bright
    You lookin' like food, it might get fried like rice
    Throw on a chef apron and I turn into Gordon Ramsey
    I seen cats sell they whole soul for a Camry
    I seen your favorite artists do the most just for Grammys
    I seen a grown man lyin' just to get to panties
    I'm cookin' like grannies, the recipe is sick and we got extras in the pantry
    I'm goin' Super Saiyan, just to represent the family
    I think that's why the haters can't stand me
    I'm not the socialite type, but my vocals quite right
    I'm still spittin' raps like it's Open Mic night
    I'm still gettin' played from the hoes you might like
    I'm still gettin' paid off the flows you probably bite
    It's Logic

    Yeah-yeah-yeah
    See—, see—, see—, see—, see the bigger picture so we can profit all around
    Yeah-yeah-yeah
    This is for my real hip-hop fans
    I—, I want that real back, back when you would feel tracks, yeah
    Yeah
    See—, see—, see—, see—, see the bigger picture so we can profit all around
    Yeah-yeah-yeah
    This is for my real hip-hop fans
    I—, I want that real back, back when you would feel tracks, feel tracks
    I—, I—, I want that, I—, I want that real
    I—, I want that real back, back when you would feel tracks, feel tracks
    I—,I—, I—, I want that real, real—, real—, real—, real back
    I—, I want that real back—, back when you would feel tracks, feel tracks
    This is Logic
    This is Logic
    This is Lo—, Lo—, Lo— Logic, Logic
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Chris Martin/Charles Bernstein
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Chris Martin/Charles Bernstein
    [00:22.851] Yeah-yeah, yeah
    [00:25.364] Vinyl Days, DJ Premier
    [00:30.246] That's my homie, that's my idol
    [00:35.025] On the road to success but you're idle
    [00:38.771] 6ix on the beat, Rattpack, motherf!cker, let's go
    [00:41.111] Here we go, let's get it all
    [00:41.840]
    [00:42.144] All I need is one mic, one pen, one page to ignite
    [00:45.223] Subject matter heavy but the flow is MC Lyte
    [00:47.817] You mad as f!ck, all you see is red like a conservative
    [00:50.558] All the critics do is talk, I'm really not concerned with it
    [00:53.347] Hella tired and we can make your residency permanent
    [00:55.920] Several shots, they tyin' up your body with a tourniquet
    [00:58.743] Let it rock, it's obvious that he don't know who turn it is
    [01:01.255] Keep my circle tight-knit 'cause people move deceitful
    [01:04.045] Money and greed will expose you to the root of evil
    [01:06.475] Already proved myself, not worried 'bout who's my equal
    [01:08.866] Far from an Anti-vaxxer but I moved the needle
    [01:11.554] She got me wonderin' if what I do is legal
    [01:13.860] F!ck it, I'm goin' a hunnid in this Buick Regal
    [01:15.897] F!ck it, I'm goin' a hunnid play, I'm Beanie Sigel
    [01:18.562] You still run that old game, like a Neo, G-O
    [01:21.432] You lookin' for me? I'ma be in Rio
    [01:23.534] Sunbathin' off the coast, sippin' Pinot Grigio
    [01:26.099] Out the country so much they like, "Easy, gringo"
    [01:28.480] Straight off the two-track, don't need a single
    [01:30.592] Travelled abroad for my catalog
    [01:32.491] With all this money, recording raps on my Macintosh, call it Apple sauce
    [01:36.206] Even with the cameras off, I be spazzin', dawg
    [01:38.625] Drum machine, analog, the North Face camouflage
    [01:41.570] That lo-fi dusty, Panasonic with the trackin' off
    [01:43.904] ********* smoke fill the air like L.A. traffic small
    [01:47.015] Come on, homie, listen to the voice of reason
    [01:49.089] Yeah, you talk a lot of shit but don't want the beef like a vegan
    [01:51.795] Was passin' through like the aux channel
    [01:53.972] And then I fell asleep on you, shit, we call you the golf channel
    [01:57.023] I'm barbecue grillin' these rappers in Croc sandals
    [01:59.584] Got money to cop Lambos but I'd rather chop samples
    [02:02.444] Many lines, many rhymes, shit, got it like Pennywise
    [02:04.981] Shoutout Big Brother, got many eyes
    [02:07.187] I'm like Malcolm peekin' through the mini-blinds
    [02:09.461] F!ckin' with Logic, that's the reason that you stop breathing
    [02:12.453] Cardiac arrest caught you at your chest
    [02:14.481] Should've wore a vest, now you all a mess
    [02:16.407] You know common threat, you should've wore a dress
    [02:18.838] Polo high-tech with the navy crest
    [02:20.854] Cut from the cloth you couldn't thread with a needle
    [02:23.181] Bought the shit at Fred Segal, got your b!tch spread eagle
    [02:25.921] The revolution won't be televised, they tellin' lies
    [02:28.856] They wanna strip your soul away and lead you to a world that's dry
    [02:31.449] That's why we in the kitchen cookin', know you smell the vibes
    [02:34.129] And stick to your ribs shit, no frozen fries, go against the gang, get pulverized
    [02:37.992] I'm at the crib watch-watchin' Cobra Kai, thinkin' to myself, "God damn, how old am I?"
    [02:42.848] Rose through depression like a rose, I was destined
    [02:45.229] Your boy reach his goals like Lee Rose with the left hand
    [02:47.820] When life takes a toll, I suppose it's a lesson
    [02:50.604] Question, how you woke but you slept in?
    [02:53.000] Treddin' on your rappers like Midas for over ten years
    [02:55.626] Without changin' tires, shit, I should probably check the mileage
    [02:58.799] Back on my hustle, got packs in the duffle
    [03:00.615] Push rhymes like weight, yeah, you know I'm taxin' you double
    [03:04.077] I'm in a pocket like I'm runnin' that, run it back
    [03:06.843] I bought your new shit, hey, run me my money back
    [03:09.494] Fly by night, this that flight like Mike
    [03:11.998] ESPN, better get those highlights right
    [03:14.085] Perform better when the lights shine bright
    [03:16.397] You lookin' like food, it might get fried like rice
    [03:19.214] Throw on a chef apron and I turn into Gordon Ramsey
    [03:21.718] I seen cats sell they whole soul for a Camry
    [03:24.344] I seen your favorite artists do the most just for Grammys
    [03:27.176] I seen a grown man lyin' just to get to panties
    [03:29.673] I'm cookin' like grannies, the recipe is sick and we got extras in the pantry
    [03:33.229] I'm goin' Super Saiyan, just to represent the family
    [03:35.779] I think that's why the haters can't stand me
    [03:38.264] I'm not the socialite type, but my vocals quite right
    [03:40.935] I'm still spittin' raps like it's Open Mic night
    [03:43.731] I'm still gettin' played from the hoes you might like
    [03:46.308] I'm still gettin' paid off the flows you probably bite
    [03:49.287] It's Logic
    [03:49.618]
    [03:49.925] Yeah-yeah-yeah
    [03:50.892] See—, see—, see—, see—, see the bigger picture so we can profit all around
    [03:54.297] Yeah-yeah-yeah
    [03:55.305] This is for my real hip-hop fans
    [03:57.462] I—, I want that real back, back when you would feel tracks, yeah
    [04:00.264] Yeah
    [04:00.609] See—, see—, see—, see—, see the bigger picture so we can profit all around
    [04:05.041] Yeah-yeah-yeah
    [04:05.874] This is for my real hip-hop fans
    [04:07.570] I—, I want that real back, back when you would feel tracks, feel tracks
    [04:12.264] I—, I—, I want that, I—, I want that real
    [04:17.111] I—, I want that real back, back when you would feel tracks, feel tracks
    [04:22.410] I—,I—, I—, I want that real, real—, real—, real—, real back
    [04:27.480] I—, I want that real back—, back when you would feel tracks, feel tracks
    [04:33.099] This is Logic
    [04:35.722] This is Logic
    [04:38.120] This is Lo—, Lo—, Lo— Logic, Logic