🎧 LOGIC: NO PRESSURE ALBÜM ŞARKI SÖZLERİ

 🎧  LOGIC: NO PRESSURE ALBÜM ŞARKI SÖZLERİ

 

No Pressure

Welcome to the No Pressure program

 

Good evening, this is Logic

And very happy I am to be back in the United States and back on the network

Even for so short a visit as this one

Back with old friends like No I.D. who is tonight's director and

Nobody argued the point, a lot of people asked us to do it again

So it's gratifying to get the chance to do it again

So it's gratifying to get the chance now (No I.D.)

Personally, I've never met anybody who didn't like The Incredible True Story

Now tonight, what we do have is a thriller

If it's half as good as we think it is, you can call it a classic

Quite possibly

A little escapade of mine involving a couple of planets which shall be nameless

Is responsible

Doesn't really matter

A story doesn't have to appeal to the heart, it can also appeal to the spine

And with two magic words

 

Ayy, no pressure

Never graduated, but I school 'em like professor

Growing up, the world always told me I was lesser

Growing up, the world told me I could not address her

Gangsters put that heat to your head like a hairdresser

If you press a issue on they block

(Hey, Logic, Snake here

I hear you're planning world domination through a new form of Metal Gear

Well, listen to me, it won't work)

This liquor that I'm drinking got me thinking 'bout some other shit

Feeling like I'm sinking like Titanic or some other ship

Word to your mothership, boy, this that gutter shit

Breaking down the weed to get high as Thomas and Kai

But y'all ain't ready for that shit, that's more like Ultra 85

Memories of powdered milk and roaches in my cereal

Praying that my crew next like cotton material

Never had a car, that's why I hate the fuckin' bus

Took the 61 to Germantown and hear them guns bust

Call it static, my headphones on, it's Illmatic

On my Rosa Parks, in the back writin' like B-Rabbit

How I carry it, murder the beat and then I'ma bury it

Producin' tracks for the underground like Harriet

Drop another number one and watch 'em all get mad again

Memorizing verses like the Vatican, I'm glad again

Empty the clip and then do that again

And now we ridin' 'round the city on a dollar twenty-five

Boy, you better keep your head down if you wanna stay alive

People telling you to stay in your lane, can't even drive

Tell you not to chase your dreams 'cause they chained to a nine-to-five

Bitch, I'm too alive like twins in the womb, come hither, consume

All of my memories from past and present like two identities

Logic fallin' off is an obscenity

Top five I better be, steadily

Doggin' these bitches like I'm a Pedigree

Obtain class with no degree

Fuck a GED, EBT, and the HOC

Feeling free, yeah, I'm feeling free

But it cost a fee to be the boss it cost to be

Over possessions like an apostrophe

It's chemical warfare on the block, who got the rock?

A tablespoon of baking soda leave you shellshocked

Leave the pusher in a cell block and his customer in a box

The government got my pops

The government can't be stopped

I'm a gladiator, this shit right here more like random thought

It's more like

 

We interrupt this transmission with a special report

 

Hit My Line

Okay (Okay)

Okay (Okay), Okay (Okay)

Okay (Okay), Okay (Okay)

 

I think it's gonna be a good day

Homie got the nine in the glove and he don't play

Had a lot of hard times but it's okay

101 on the 405, OJ (Okay)

I think it's gonna be a good day

Homie got the nine in the glove and he don't play

Had a lot of hard times but it's okay

101 on the 405, OJ (Okay)

 

I'm feelin' normal, yeah, I'm feelin' myself

Feelin' good, yeah, I'm feelin' my health

Got a couple plaques up on my shelf

Money in the safe at the crib just to feel my wealth

I think I'm gonna put it all on the line

I think I'm really gonna do it this time

I think I got a whole lot on my mind

Somebody tell God right now he need to hit my line (Yeah, uh)

 

Now I ain't sayin' this my "Jesus Walks"

I'm just sayin' God, I need to talk

Too many kids in the community outlined in chalk

Scared of drive-bys when they should just be scared of the dark

Who's really doin' their part?

They say they don't want messages in rap, 'It ruins the art'

Well here I am people, yeah, now tear me apart

So much happenin' in the world I can't touch on every topic

I know you hear it in my voice, make the devil stop it

Too many people dyin' and baby mommas cryin'

It's been a long time, God, can you hit my line?

Evil politicians, people on Twitter bitchin'

Hashtaggin' but in real life they never pitch in

I came with conviction, I hope you came to listen

No matter how much I ignore it, this message my mission

God hit my line, this world is in critical condition

Like a fiend that need fixin', that done battled addiction

Been addicted to money, been addicted to fame

Addicted to arenas and people screamin' my name

But it's time to let go, it's time to make a change

So can you hit my line? I know you hear this rhyme

But come to think of it, you prolly hear this all the time

Prolly hear this all the time

 

I think it's gonna be a good day

Homie got the nine in the glove and he don't play

Had a lot of hard times but it's okay

101 on the 405, OJ (Okay)

I think it's gonna be a good day

Homie got the nine in the glove and he don't play

Had a lot of hard times but it's okay

101 on the 405, OJ (Okay)

 

I'm feelin' normal, yeah, I'm feelin' myself

Feelin' good, yeah, I'm feelin' my health

Got a couple plaques up on my shelf

Money in the safe at the crib just to feel my wealth

I think I'm gonna put it all on the line

I think I'm really gonna do it this time

I think I got a whole lot on my mind

Somebody tell God right now he need to hit my line

 

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, naaa

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, naaa

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, naaa, naaa, naaa, naaa

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, naaa

 

This album was written over the course of one week and mainly created in just four studio sessions between Logic and No. I.D

But perfected over the course of the year that followed

 

GP4

(feat. André 3000)

 

[André 3000:]

Watch

Watch

Y'all niggas overdoin' it

You gotta slow that shit down

Take your time, reevaluate your shit, it don't matter (Watch)

Niggas ain't got money, ain't got time

Fuck it, just say this shit

 

[André 3000 (Logic):]

You and me

Gon' live together in this perfect harmony (I hear 'em callin')

I can hear 'em callin' me

We've come a long way since H.O.C. (Watch)

You and me

Gon' live together in this perfect harmony (I hear 'em callin')

I can hear 'em callin' me

We've come a long way since H.O.C. (Watch)

 

[Logic:]

I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)

Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like MPC Akai

Who I name William after 'cause I get bills from these beats

Fuck the industry, know we keepin' it real up in these streets

Came up in a world that's off its axis

All that's promised, death and taxes

Don't give a fuck who be rhyming the fastest my anxiety

Make me spit it a mile a minute

I'm stuck in a clinic like Flint Montgomery

Take a step back, tell me right now, boy, just what your summary

Creeping through fireside

Smash the window of that fire ride

Just to see what we can snatch from up inside

'Til the flashin' lights come 'round that corner then we run and hide

Prayin' to God up in Heaven eleven at night and I got no alibi

My damn dip to Stewart Town

Best not come 'round these parts if you new in town

Wonder what my homies from back in the day livin' at, are doin' now

Running with my sister Jinny, schooling me like Mr. Feeny

This is the first time I heard a gunshot on the block

Growing pains (Three), this the type of shit don't never stop

Here come the cops

Shooting up the hood like black ops

'Cause trigger happy police tend to trigger happy people

And some people who believe we not equal shoot up the steeple

My God, if you exist then why do you make life so hard?

If you exist you make the way you think is avant garde

If you exist you got a funny way of showing it

What happens in the afterlife?

These people they know and shit

And on that note, I keep it G

Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.

Don't believe me, look that shit up, I promise you'll find the key

To that punchline, feelin' just fine

Let the abyss of my mind, my mind consume

Snap my fingers like Thanos and Bobby Boy bringin' the doom

'Cause I'm 6:30, killin' shit, hands down and dirty

That white boy can't rap, he talk good and act nerdy

I just texted Erykah Badu

To let her know what I'm gon' to do

Sample "Dreamflower" by Tarika Blue

That's cool with you?

Yeah, that's fine baby, all gravy

Long as you know you my baby

And I beat yo' daddy like if he ever cheat on me

I mean she don't own the sample but she might as well

'Cause her and Dilla paved the way for all I got, and, well

I'ma show my gratitude, no attitude, no auto-tune like T-Pain

Doin' Unplugged, I'm unplugged, like Trinity

Wonder how the people gonna remember me, goddamn

Switch up the plan

We all say it, we all claim it but it's no use

The greatest rapper alive is probably stacking produce

Introduce you to my train of thought

Snapping on a track like the illest conductor

With no contradiction

I brought my heart to the table

Fact and never fiction, fuck a fable

Ready and willing you better believe I'm able to spit

Power through these lines faster than fiber-optic cable, I'm gone

 

[André 3000 (Logic):]

You and me

Gon' live together in this perfect harmony (I hear 'em callin')

I can hear 'em callin' me

We've come a long way since H.O.C. (Watch)

You and me

Gon' live together in this perfect harmony (I hear 'em callin')

I can hear 'em callin' me

We've come a long way since H.O.C. (Watch)

 

Watch

From the bottom

When you come from the bottom, you ain't get no chances, man

I'ma do this shit 'til the Fourth Of July, blow up straight to the sky (Watch)

Nigga fuck it, we high

I remember when a nigga had to ask for money

It's been a long time since I had to do that shit (Watch)

This shit ain't free

I got the roof over my head and a bed, nigga, my bitch givin' me head

I'd rather get money instead

Man, it's Bobby Boy Records in this bitch

Y'all niggas better write this shit down (It don't matter)

'Cause 10 years from now, we on top

And we ain't never gon' stop

All money in (Watch)

 

[Thalia:]

This album marks the reunion of Logic and No I.D.

For the first time in six years

Since the inception of its predecessor

 

Celebration

(feat. Silas)

 

[Logic:]

Ayy, it's a celebration, bitches

Came a long way from bus stops and washing dishes

From rags to bitches

Stovetop to Mastro's, man, this shit is delicious

People denying my past like that shit is fictitious

I'm Spike Spiegel, but I'm known to be vicious

I get under people's skin like stitches

No strings attached, I just let it dissolve

Give it time and then let it resolve

It's been a minute now, my style feeling infinite now

Used to people pulling me down, it ain't shit to me now

Don't let it get to me now

Threw out my phone, they can't get to me now

Keep it humble, but love to get big head

Bad bitches wanna fuck me, I get money instead

I mean what's rap without a little braggadocio?

Fuck people telling me to rap just how I'm supposed to

Most people wanna tell you what to do

'Cause it's what they wanna do if they had an opportunity to

But too scared

That's why they live vicariously through you

Logic, what you should do is rap like

Uh, uh, nah, I'd rather not

That's why I'm in a mansion and you sleeping on a cot

But you still study everything I drop

Too many people wanna tell you what you can and cannot

Go to school, get a job, get married and have kids

People gon' tell you what to do for long as you live

Break the cycle, and shoot for the stars, Moonwalk like Michael

To be a leader, first, you gotta be a disciple

 

(It's a celebration)

For the beat, the rhymes, the streets, the dimes (It's a celebration, y'all)

You wanna try to eat, motherfucker, this my time (It's a celebration)

For the beat, the rhymes, the streets, the dimes

You wanna try to eat, motherfucker, this my time

Ayy, it's a celebration, y'all, celebration now

Wherever I go in the nation, they celebrating my style

It's a celebration, y'all, celebration now (Yeah)

Wherever I go in the nation, they celebrate the style

 

[Silas:]

Look

I can't front, we was hyped up for some nosebleeds

Now we sitting courtside, still posted in my white tee

I'm a Golden State Warrior when I'm spittin' this

Like KD from MD, that's monstrose, so venomous

You know it's me, Silas never jumpin' for your bitch ass

I'm hopping on a plane, that's first class

'Member back in the day, we used to fast

Had no money in the bank account

My cousin showed me, pushing weight

Almost stabbed at the transit in the dead of the night

These fucking zombies, but really that's beyond me

Tryna live my dreams from everything that I seen as a young man

So if you see me rapping, know I got the upper hand

But on the other hand, you see a couple rubber bands

And now Logic really out here makin' dreams come true

Bobby Boy Records spitting thorough

Every time I grab the mic, I'm paintin' murals

Doing shows in other countries, coming back with Euros

This that type of flow that really make your girl go

 

[Logic:]

I'm marvelous, I'm all of this

That's why your girl all on my dick

I make 'em cum, boy, you make 'em sick

My net worth get the bank grossed out

No I.D. up on the beat, but 6ix, he killing, no doubt

This a revelation, memories when I drive the M5 or the bus station

I have evolved, you's a motherfuckin' crustacean

What more can I say? Run it back and they hit replay

Bobby Boy Records, yeah, we celebratin' all day

 

(It's a celebration)

For the beat, the rhymes, the streets, the dimes (It's a celebration, y'all)

You wanna try to eat, motherfucker, this my time (It's a celebration)

For the beat, the rhymes, the streets, the dimes (It's a celebration)

You wanna try to eat, motherfucker, this my time

Ayy, it's a celebration, y'all, celebration now

Wherever I go in the nation, they celebrating my style

It's a celebration, y'all, celebration now

Wherever I go in the nation, they celebrate the style

 

[Thalia:]

Logic and his crew played chess mercilessly throughout the album's creation

 

Open Mic\\Aquarius III

Okay, settle, settle, settle, settle, ladies and gentlemen, settle down

Okay, so, this next brother we're gonna bring up to the stage usually does not come in on Monday nights

You're in for a real treat, ladies and gentlemen

Give it to Mr. Hall

 

Rip out my soul from the depths of my flesh

Flesh from my blood I caress

Right on the page so it's fresh

I take my time, but express

Lot on my mind, but I guess

It's just in my genes like a Glock 17, like a genetic scene

Kick in the door, we blow it off the hinge

Music my drug, tie it off, then inject the syringe

It's in my blood, ain't no need to pretend

Therapist tell me I don't need to defend

Therapy tell me I don't need to explain

Just drop the record on the needle and express my pain

Can't wait until my son shine and together we reign

My queen's by my side like Manhattan

Fuck rapping, this is poetic conviction

My rendition is not meant for your diction

Battled addiction in the womb

A crack baby by definition

Keys to ignition with no permission

That mean that I'm driven

Alive 'cause I'm living

Fuck workin' with what you've been given

I knew I always wanted more like The Roots in nine-five

And I'll be sure to do more for my family than mine did

'Cause hip-hop rhymes taught me more than my moms did

Didn't drink 'til I was twenty-five 'cause I'm my mom's kid

All I knew was alcoholism and prison

Only saw domestic violence and racial division

Social worker trying to take me away

But I know that group home probably worse, hell nah, no way

At least I know my odds here, I'ma be okay

Adapted to the lifestyle, so I'ma be okay

 

Keep that one just in case, yeah

 

I'm just an energy

My DNA not my identity

Finding serenity

Become a better man, I better be

For the child in my baby mama stummy, never crummy

We get big bread

Tryin' to be the greatest, that shit been dead

I'm trying to be the happiest that I can be instead

I'm trying to get ahead like a fetus

Money don't complete us, but it feed us, it can lead us to depression

Being rich is not a blessing, fame is not a blessing

Wasn't 'til I was rich and famous, I learned that lesson

What's the meaning of life, to live it, what I'm guessing

 

Live it, live it

Living life like this is so crazy

Hip-hop is amazing

One day, you're on top and the next, they want to erase 'em

Goddamn, what I'm facing

Every day a new frustration

People thinking I'm complacent

People thinking that I changed like a cashier

But I can't let that register, get the fuck up on out of here

Buy a brick and roll it, light it, get high as the stratosphere

I can hear the voices in my mind when I rhyme

Give it up, you're out of time

Never even had a prime

Like the Preemo never linked up with 5'9"

Bitch, I'm back like the muscles surrounding my vertebrae

Okay, fuck what you gotta say

I keep it going, already know when I'm flowing

For the listener, you're kind of like a therapist

Or rather Cole in 2005, flowing like Canibus

That throwback shit, yeah, that throwback shit

Fuck what you heard, my catalog, it ain't got no wack shit

'Cause I'm a gladiator in the Colosseum, everybody wanna be him

'Til they feel like they can't be him, then they wanna see him lose

Wrote this poem in navy, that's what I call singing the blues

Word to Dot D, my family got me, no carbon copy

Life can hit you harder than Drago

But if I roll with the punches when it's rocky, don't ever stop me

Never top me, never cocky, I'm never cocky

Okay, well, maybe sometimes

Occasionally in some rhymes

But it's fine, in due time

I'm the illest to ever do it, come now, Bobby Boy, cool it

An indigenous era of the indigenous emcee

Riding this motherfucker 'til the tank on E

What's up?

 

(You-you-you-you-you)

(You-you), yeah, uh

Yeah, uh, yeah (Yeah)

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah

(You-you-you-you-you-you-you)

Uh, yeah

Uh, yeah

(You-you-you-you-you-you-you)

 

Fuck all the bullshit, dig from deep down inside

I wrote this sitting shotgun in my favorite ride

Reflecting on memories from my childhood

Bringing a baby in this world, I hope my child good

All I ever gave a fuck about was my career

But all that shit out the window now that my son is here

Fuck sales and streams, none of that shit entails dreams

Fuck rap, fuck press, fuck feeling like I'm less

If it ain't 'bout my happiness, than I could give a fuck less

I remember window shopping

Now I'm shopping for windows for my baby new room

Bobby coming soon

And that's the type of line I would've second-guessed

Putting on my shit before

Out of fear that they would hate 'cause they couldn't relate

'Cause it wasn't relevant

Give a fuck if it's evident, this right here is the evidence

I'm like Leo in Revenant, bear with me

You could tear me apart

But that won't take away the fact I wrote this shit from the heart

Where it's built from the start

Where it's finna stay

I've learned every day's a good day

Surrounded by people that love me

Don't want nothing from me but my happiness

Off the internet, that's when I'm at my happiest

Scrolling so much, my thumb fucked up

We call that carpal tunnel vision

Follow me like religion on this course of collision

Feeling imprisoned, and this is my freedom through these lyrics

As I repeat them and beat 'em into my conscience like Adonis

All this lyricism straight to the dome like cocaine through the sinus

I think I finally found my paradise, that's word to Thomas

 

Soul Food II

[Part I]

 

Goddamn, goddamn, conversations with people

Crazy how one day, the legends forget that they equal

On this Under Pressure sequel

We not taking it back, we keepin' it pushing

People scared of change

But you'll find me deep in the cushion

Even when I win, it feel like I'm losing

Listening to beats, in the Bimmer cruisin'

I think I got another hit, I could feel my body bruisin'

What's the conclusion of rappin'?

My hypothesis, I'm darker than Gotham is

Like reading Nostradamus at 90 degrees

You better believe

I know how to turn a profit with ease

Die a critical lifestyle, I'm always overseas

Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowing trees

What's the topic? I drop it

Fuck around then leave them all concussed

When I bust, no thrust, this world we livin' in is fucked

Industry rule number four thousand and eighty one

Your new shit ain't good as your old shit

'Til your new shit is your old shit, son

And then some, gotta get some

I wear this 24 karat solid gold Rollie for my son

As an heirloom, not for looking as dope as I rhyme

As a representation to give your family your time

If you're searching for love in the industry you'll be let down

They don't love you 'til you dead and then they call you profound

No matter how mainstream you was in the end, you still underground

That's the truth, feeling close to the cliff, like Rick Dalton in the booth

Money ain't the key to happiness and this the proof

Modern day rap is like a golden era spoof

But a few of us were searching within the second renaissance

And I know that my debutantes

Been keeping the legacy going

By flowing so involuntarily seamless

Me and my team is finally reaping

What we been sowing like a seamstress

I said I'm on one, I know I'm unsung

Was livin' my life backward like Tariq on Undone

And now they wonder how I got over son (Do you want more?)

Hell yeah, now check the method

I been livin' outside of pages for ages

Now I'm back, Chocolate City, home of percussion, Maryland on my back

From Takoma Park, all the way to Southeast DC

It feel like forever ago, it feel like BC

Everlasting life, kickin' rhymes in the parking lot at night

Inhale, exhale, people hate

Oh well, 2012

Dreamin' I'm a freshman on XXL

2013, on the cover XXL

Livin' life behind these bars with no intention of postin' bail

'Cause I prevail

But that's a story for another time

Story for another rhyme

And on my darkest days, I know that the sun will shine, eventually

Greatest lyricist to ever do it, yeah essentially

And if we're being modest then potentially

And if we're being humble then...

 

[Part II]

 

Oh shit, it's Raquel, she's a fuckin thot

Ayy, fuck you guys, fuck you guys

Suck my dick

Straight on the basement mic

Ayy, man fuck all these punchlines and shit man

I just wanna tell a story, I just wanna have some fun

Back in the basement type shit

 

Ayo, once upon a time a couple of guys from out this world

Was talkin' rap and hip hop with a young synthetic girl

The year was 2115 at Babel Space Station

Was home to the very last of the human population

The captain name was Thomas, the infantry man was Kai

And he's the man that discovered the Ultra85

Accompanied by a girl inside their ear, her name was Thalia

Made of ones and zeros, she was a program

You could ask her any question even about the fall of man

Then one day they discovered a planet in deep space

That nobody before them had ever found in they database

I mean, maybe it's the place that's meant for the human race

The planet Paradise, Khai said that time is my God

It be very nice, traveling through outer space

We done had some scary nights

We done had some scary fights

All about that rap shit, how I like that trap shit

Thomas flood every bap shit

I wish God was real, I wish I could just get raptured

What if this planet full of aliens and we get captured?

Don't think that way my son

Everything gon' be fine, we finna have some fun

And if by chance we do come across an alien

I'ma blow his ass away with this here molecular gun

Set to kill, never stun

What, what, we get it done

Now the ship is enterin' the atmosphere

We gon' take a look around and get the hell up outta here

We gon' double check that it's habitable and livable for man

And no matter what happens you know that we gone stick to the plan

Understood? Understand, all good? Let's get it then

Once they touched down nobody could hear a sound

'Til they opened up the ship door, that rappelled to the ground

What they found, a planet full of life

A planet full of shit they never seen

Straight up out a movie scene

On some Tarantino meets Christopher Nolan, nah mean?

Walk around the planet for hours, they was exhausted

If it wasn't for the music in they ears, they would have lost it

The seventh album by a musician they both revered

First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world premiere

Thomas thinkin' about a picture of his girl

That he left on the Aquarius Three in his dresser

Wishin' he could undress her

Give it up like no lesser

Khai thinkin' nuts like a professor

Wondering if the oxygen on this planet fresher

Now is it us or is the natural life on this world the aggressor?

All the negative shit inside of his head, he need a refresher

Two men here to save the world, no pressure

 

Perfect

Bitch, I did it, I made it, I'm loved and I'm hated

I started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated

They say, "Drink to your accomplishments," so every night I'm faded

Feel like every other day, me and somebody new related

You're my sister, cousin, brother from the other side? (The other side)

Well, I don't know who told you that (My mama)

Well, she fucking lied

Ayy, wake up, wake up, get your cake up

Cut it up like it's cocaine, shake up

All the streets with all these beats

I body beats, I'm not discreet (Per-Per-Perfect)

This is how I feel on the inside

All you non-talent rappin' motherfuckers better run and hide

You worthless, you have no purpose, fuckin' imposter

You gots to get it through your head

You won't ever get no handout

Fuckin' with your ass, it'd be like throwing a band out (Per-Per-Perfect)

My flow increased, my dough increased

You know I leave them all deceased

I am a fucking beast, I'm from the East

I keep the peace, don't need a piece

But I keep a piece, got it capiche?

That boy gon' eat, this is a feast

Once I release, I'm smokin' trees

I bought my shit, I don't need no lease

So fuck you up like Master P (Perfect)

This shit right here a masterpiece, I'm comin' in hot like the police

Shooting my shot like the police

All on the block like the policemen, who gon' (stop, stop)

The police from leaving bodies in the motherfuckin streets man? (Fire Per-Per-Perfect)

 

Logic cites Nujabes, MF Doom, RZA, and Kanye West as key inspiration behind his production style

 

man i is

Knockin' doors down, showin' cars around

I'ma come through and show my wood pine

Knockin'— knockin' doors down, showin' cars around

I'ma— I'ma come through and show my wood pine, I'ma— I'ma come—

Knockin' doors— knockin'— knockin' doors down, down

Knockin' doors, knock— knock— knock— knock— knockin' doors down

I'ma—I'ma come through— I'ma— I'ma come— down

I'ma come through— I'ma— I'ma come— down (Yeah)

 

Paper chasin' on occasion

West Deer Park, that's my location

Life and death was what we was facin'

Boy, gotta get that motivation

Back in the basement

Look at my idols, I'm feelin' adjacent

Doin' the shit that I wish I was doing, I'm feelin' impatient

Throwin' parties and catching cases

That's the life, but that shit basic

I've cooked crack, I can't erase it

If I could, would not replace it

Grew up all alone

Had to teach myself to tie my laces

What's the deal?

I'ma play the field

Rattpack, we keep it real

Nothin' but love for the people that paved the way

So a brother like me, he can get it today

Antwan, Erykah and 3K

Can't forget those ain't here today

R.I.P. JD and Pimp C

Payin' respect, so don't hold it against me

Devil he callin' me, he love to tempt me

God exempt me, why you sent me here?

What I think about year to year

What I've been through these people only see through a peep hole, yeah

Not a single one got an idea

So I write it down on this page

Feel like I'm 35 times my age

Look in the mirror don't know what to say

But I'm happy the man I is

 

Yeah, yeah

I said I'm happy the man I is

And I'm proud of the man I've become

I'm proud that I'm from a slum

I never got cold, I never got numb

Except from the winter time and then some

I transcend and I transform

Poetic vision in rare form

Growing up, nobody there for him

I promise when I have a family I'ma be there for 'em

I love hip-hop

Hatin' motherfucker, go kick rocks

No matter what happen I never gon' stop

Like Cole said if they don't know yo' dreams

Then they can't shoot 'em down

But I'ma let the world know

'Cause I'm too high up to hit the ground

This shit right here is like therapy, spit it verily

I ain't perfect, I got problems, I got issues like People magazine

Shoot from the hip and reload the magazine

I wish I could just go on forever, forever, ever and ever

But this rhyme

Ill as it is divine

Gon' be cut short today 'cause I'm out of studio time

Only thought I was recording these horns and not no rhyme

What can I say? Inspiration hits at any time

So I guess I'll have to conclude all my thoughts another time

Another rhyme

Another— Ano— i— wo— a— rhyme

 

Anime such as Cowboy Bebop

Trigun, and Samurai Champloo

Were in constant rotation

During the making of this album

 

DadBod

Yeah, yeah

Hahaha

Ayy

 

Chillin' with the homies at the crib

Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it

Hit the studio with No I.D.

Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it

On the 101, my wife text me

Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed your son," girl, don't trip about it

Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli

Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it

 

I'm a dad, this my life

This the type of shit I write

I was hungry in the basement, now that boy, he full of life

Smoking dope high as a kite

Only when that babysitter at the crib, though

Take my shorty to Nobu and dig up her rib though, ayy, yeah

(Take my shorty to Nobu and dig up her rib though, yeah)

'Cause back in my day it was food stamps

And I love my wife like I am Chance

I bet you'd rap about the shit me and him rap about

If you had ever made it out, but you ain't never had the chance

Uh, uh, circumstance

Uh, uh, way of life

Uh, uh, my decisions

Uh, uh, made 'em right

 

Chillin' with the homies at the crib

Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it

Hit the studio with No I.D.

Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it

On the 101, my wife text me

Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed your son," girl, don't trip about it

Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli

Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it (Ayy, ayy)

 

Operated while they waited, will they love it, will they hate it?

Who gives a fuck though

Rappers praying they next, this shit is cutthroat

I'm livin' on another planet

My manic depression make me constantly wanna panic

I'm stressing on stage, pretendin' everybody undressing

I think I'll never learn my lesson

But fuck it all, it doesn't matter

Ayo I'm on a lyrical, poetic rhetoric

Lyrical miracle, satirical shit

If you don't like my conscious rap, you won't like my material shit

Love him or hate him, everybody know Logic can spit

Used to be up to date on that rap political shit

But nowadays I'm up to my elbows

And every single inch of my body in my baby's shit

I could tell you more about diapers than modern rappers in cyphers

I used to be about the B-Rabbits and Mekhi Phifers

Hit the stage, grip the mic and murder you like a pro-lifer

But I'm done now, I got a son now

Fuck the rap game, I'm done now

 

Chillin' with the homies at the crib

Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it

Hit the studio with No I.D.

Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it

On the 101, my wife text me

Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed your son," girl, don't trip about it

Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli

Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it

 

They say that that boy done changed

He don't rap about his everyday life, he ain't the same

Goddamn, I already had a hard life once

Am I supposed to recreate it every album for you cunts? Okay

You want to hear about my everyday

I wake up, I wake my son up, then I feed him

And lead him into his carseat

Drive up the street down to Target

Don't do hard drugs or beat my wife

But the paparazzi still wanna start shit

I don't answer their questions, I leave 'em in the dark, bitch

Then I walk through the automatic doors

A couple fans spot me but, shit, I ain't on tour

I ain't trying to ignore her

But I head to aisle four 'cause my drawers stank as fuck

And I need some new drawers

Then I spot some more fans, stan hella hardcore (Can I have a picture?)

Asking for a pic and I say sure

Scratch my dick and shake his hand

Shaking uncontrollably, he tells me I'm the man

Now I'm headed to aisle three for some Bounty paper towels

I also grab some wet wipes to clean the shit from my bowels

A really hot girl walks by with a fat ass

But I'm just wondering if Hefty really holds the most trash

Forgot my card at home, thank God I brought some cash

Then I grab some Preparation H for the critics up my ass

Head to aisle five for some Sgt. Smash cereal

Is this want you wanted, everyday life material?

I'm not a kid anymore and be sure shit's boring

Made it out the basement, now my bank account soaring

Most exciting part of my life is probably touring

Don't get me wrong, I love fans in every single city

But hotels suck and the internet is shitty

I mean, why rap about everyday shit

When I could murder punch lines and sound dope like this?

 

Chillin' with the homies at the crib

Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it

Hit the studio with No I.D.

Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it

On the 101, my wife text me

Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed your son," girl, don't trip about it

Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli

Little Bobby better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it

 

Hello, no one is available to take your call

Please leave a message after the tone

Bro, call me back

We couldn't get the fuckin' Super .... sample cleared again, so fuckin' annoying, bro

But honestly, I just say that we chop up the Toro y Moi joint

That we were gonna put on Ultra 85

And just like flip, fuckin' freak the shit outta that joint

I think it could be crazy

Call me back, I'ma chop it up on the MPC

Here I go

 

5 Hooks

Five hooks, man

Ayo, this shit only got like five hooks on it, dawg

All lyricism, ho

I was like, "Yo, I'm pickin' up that pen, I'm goin' fuckin' crazy"

I don't give a shit, dawg

Yo, we finna, ayo, ayo, fuck Raquel though, fuck that bitch

 

It's what you all been waitin' for, ain't it?

This No Pressure shit kinda got us reacquainted

I'm happy you could join me in this universe I painted

Such a beautiful feeling, I really can't explain it

I hit the stage and like a thousand bitches fainted (Nigga, you ain't shit)

Damn, that boy, he back at it again

Droppin' bars when I pick up the pen, so let's begin

No I.D. my mentor, but it's time for the story's end, yeah

Ayy, I'm tryna do shit different now (Woo)

I love this BPM, but this a different style (Woo)

I never been this happy before, this a different smile

Hey, yeah, this that barbecue music

Life is a blessing and a curse depending how you use it

Some days I'm happy, some days I'm fucked up

Some days I tell the voice in my head to shut the fuck up

 

Yeah

Motivated by paper and pussy, always been a passion

Whippin' that Chevrolet Impala, my speakers blasting

Hungry like I'm fasting, who the illest? Just ask 'em

Louis Vuitton rhyme, relevantly old-fashioned

Like we (Like we), like we always do it this time, homie

I go for my homie, I gots to shine, homie

All I do is grind, homie, all I do is rhyme

I provide for mine, homie, uh, uh, y'all know me (Yeah, yeah, y'all know me, yeah)

I started with just a dollar and a dream

Like Jermaine in '09, know what I mean?

Fresh on the scene like a first take

I dropped my first tape then felt the earth shake

But let's accelerate

Dropped the second tape, 2011, and now we elevate

Def Jam wanna sign me, it's time to celebrate

But little did I know, I had so much further to go

Let's take a trip down memory lane

Logic arrived and he fucked up the game, simple and plain

Never scared to do it different, no two albums sound the same

I got tracks with Wu Tang and 2 Chainz, Killer Mike and Gucci Mane

Rap shit, trap shit, you know I do it with no shame

Spit the illest yoke or flame, always go against the grain

I was fly before the fame, before I could afford a plane

Touch down like Notre Dame to get as high as my strain

2014 release day, I need morphine

Def Jam undershipped me, now the CD on the rack

RattPack had to ask 'em to unbox it in the back

What the fuck is that? Honestly, it sound like a fable

Fast forward, 2020, I'm the face of the label and I am

Who gives a fuck about the leak when you got the well?

Watch me excel, propel, then ghost the fuck out like Dave Chappelle

You the illest, pray tell, I'm like God before Lucifer fell, I raised hell

Had bars when I was broke 'cause I couldn't raise bail

But now my bars gold 'cause I'm Wall Street, broker

Money like I sell coca, livin' La Vida Loca shit

That ain't a line just to flex, just to let you know you next

If you put your mind to it, you can do it

Trust me 'cause I been through it, now get to it, ain't nothin' to it

 

Actually living your life is exponentially different than just being alive

 

Dark Place

Yeah

Depression, anxiety got ahold of me

'Cause people say they want the older me

Well, I'm thirty, this the oldest me

Behold it's me, the piece of shit that's not good enough

Not black enough, not hood enough

Not rich enough, not poor enough

My heart has poured enough

I been beaten and battered, my confidence shattered

Been broken and tattered

I'm constantly second guessin' if my profession is worth it on my mental state

Writin' this from a dark place with humility and grace

Peace, love, and positivity was my nativity

But now when socials are in my vicinity

I'm not runnin' from the internet

My god, I was at his birth, I've been a vet

Goin' berserk like Peter down at InterTech, yo, ayy

It's deeper than the surface, I'm searchin' for purpose

I'm tired of searchin' for logic and Googlin' purposes to read that I'm worthless

I remember makin' music alone, just a pen and a microphone

But nowadays it's hard to get in the zone

Writin' rhymes was easy before the fame

But now I'm constantly overthinkin' every line, it's a shame

Rap used to fill me with joy, now it's nothin' but pain

I'm stuck in the game, tryna get back from where I came

I write this letter for the person who's listenin'

Fed up and tired of people dismissin' 'em, I'm with you

I been through what you been though

No amount of money can take away the feelin' of insecurity

Only though maturity can we overcome

Feel like I've been overrun, feel like it's over, I'm done

Whoever told you success gon' make you happy? You been lied to

All of my dreams came true but I bleed and cry too

Never been perfect, I failed everytime I tried to

Feelin' hated and underappreciated

Everytime I look in the mirror, I wonder, "Why you?"

Shit, I'd love to end this on some positive shit

Hit you with punchlines instead of some derogative shit

But it's okay to be sad sometimes and tired of shit, I guess

 

And people say, "Well you're just out for money"

I say, "That's none of your business"

You see, a lot of people don't feel happy

Unless they have another thing beyond money, which is called status

And status, to a very large extent in our economy consists in

In having this thing, that thing, the other thing, and having a swimming pool

A, uh, Ferrari, uh, some kind of clothes and uh, some kind of house

And so on, and so on, and so on

And we think, uh, we need all that

Because we haven't asked ourselves whether that was what we really wanted

They all think they gotta have this, they gotta have that

And uh, they don't really want it

If they sat back and considered, "Do I need all that? Is this trip really necessary?"

They would come to the conclusion it wasn't, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

 

A2Z

[Part I]

 

You wanna learn your ABCs, little Bobby?

Yeah? You wanna learn your ABCs? Yeah?

Yeah, let's do it

 

Yeah, A, I been real that's all I ever knew how to be

Fuck what you heard, I only write what I see

Second I deploy, I destroy 'til the tank on E

The underdog, they wouldn't bank on me

F 'em all, I feel the beat in my heart like cholesterol, check the EKG

HNIC, ain't nobody flyer than me

Not a single one of you that I know conspire to be

I hit the J and get as high as can be

Okay, maybe not as high as can be

I'm a businessman, I got important people to see

Mainly No I.D. cooking up in studio D

That underground shit, L train across town shit

This that Nas, it's like Queensbridge, king, crown shit

Study my lyricism whenever you and your friends meet

I got enough M's in the bank to make ends meet

Oh my God, get gritty, '96 P Diddy, setting fire to the city

Keep it real, keep it true, sicker than the flu

You can smoke government dope and not get higher than my IQ

Are you ready? I'm calm my arms are steady

I'm armed and ready, digging in you like a machete

Surprise, confetti

You going to need more than bed rest when I hit you with these 26 bullets, no excess

I never went to school, never went to MIT, but my imagination is out of this world like MIB

Who are you to me? These other rappers envy me, the MVP, born and raised in MD, get it B

Don't get it confused, fuck the style everyone use

Switch up the rhythm every track, flows, I never double use

X marks the spot, every day I give what I got

That's why I'm on top, steady running shit and you not

You steadily flop, every album steadily drop

Think you can do it 'cause I do it? Come now, boy, better stop

Trying to take me out? My advice is aim for the top

I know I make rapping look easy, but promise it's not

 

[Part II]

 

Bob's Demo 2005

Take one, yo

I set my sh—

Nah, on the second thought I can't play this

Come on, play it, man

Play that shit, man

Come on, nigga, play that shit

 

Never one to flip scripts

I'm more raw than imaginary rubbers

Rain in the gutter, my talented knife cutter

Always flowing venomous, never rolling in regiments

Whipping read to intelligence, you copy then we settle in

Possibilities is endless, you'll never catch me pen-less

Suicidal lyrics, controversy like stem-cell research

Ain't no time to compromise, my rhymes immortalized

Visualize as I vocalize, worldly lies, that we're hypnotized

Staring into space like the Enterprise

Contemplating on words that shall arise

Mentality merciless, never sympathize

Yeah

Smoking weed in gazebos, incognito

Attracting more microphones than Magneto and that's real

Blunts keep rolling like bitches on E pills

 

Heard Em Say

I saw a kid with no smile on his face today

"Where is my place in this bright future?" I heard him say

Heard him s— I heard him s— I heard him say

 

Say I ain't good enough, they say I ain't hood enough

Even if I signed to Yeezy, I wouldn't be good enough (Good enough)

(Heard him s— I heard him s— I heard him say)

Killin' myself to make a killin'

Fuck the bullshit, I'ma just write what I'm feelin' (Write what I'm feelin')

(Heard him s— I heard him s— I heard him say)

I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I'm not

Give a fuck if it's hot (Fuck if it's hot)

 

I saw a kid with no smile on his face today

"Where is my place in this bright future?" I heard him say

 

That boy different, don't fuck with him

But I'd rather stand out than stand in

Let the story begin (Turn the mic down)

(Heard him s— I heard him s— I heard him say)

Look in the mirror and what I tell 'em?

Reflectin' on my life, I'm Keanu in Parabellum (Parabellum)

(Heard him s— I heard him s— I heard him say)

Came a long way from where you was

Up-and-comer with a buzz, overcame sellin' drugs

Overcame depression, even overcame addiction

And had the courage to say what others wouldn't with conviction

Always in the kitchen, never mind who be bitchin' (Mind who be bitchin')

 

I saw a kid with no smile on his face today

"Where is my place in this bright future?" I heard him say

 

Never mind who be bitchin'

This is for the person in the back who always gon' listen

Fuck a punchline, this is food for thought like the lunch line

We all got problems, the question is, can you solve 'em?

Had the courage to face all of 'em and resolve 'em

Shit, I know you can 'cause I did

I know you can 'cause I done it

No matter what the fuck you goin' through, I'ma keep it a hunnid

I know you can overcome it

Baby mama trippin'? I know, I've been there

Boss caught you slippin'? I know, I've been there

Somebody beefin' with you? Man, that shit ain't rare

Just keep it pushin'

 

I saw a kid with no smile on his face today

"Where is my place in this bright future?" I heard him say

 

I've been battlin' with my demons

I'm coward, that's when I see 'em

I'm powerless, I can't beat 'em

But deep down, I feel like I need 'em

Power is freedom, you can lead 'em but can't feed 'em

Smilin' on my face but I'm dyin' under the surface

What is my purpose? I'm feelin' worthless

Tell me what worth is

My flaws, I happily greet 'em

Imperfections, I love 'em

My enemies, I defeat 'em

Man, I know somebody gon' relate to this

To keeping it real, it's insane, you better pray for this

'Cause I wanted this shit all my life

'Til I finally got it and realized there's so much more to life

Used to dream I'd become the fuckin' man I am

Stackin' money and readin' my son Sam I Am

Love life, can't tell you how much a fan I am

This is grown folk music if you did not know

Thirty somethin', I ain't rappin' 'bout no dumb shit, ho

Keep it real, Bobby boy ain't no kid no more

Now keep it real, Bobby boy ain't no kid no more

Now if you feelin' how I'm feelin', let a motherfucker know

 

I saw a kid with no smile on his face today

"Where is my place in this bright future?" I heard him say

 

This concludes the No Pressure program

No Pressure— Ultra 85, welcome to the Ultra 85 program

 

Amen

This right here for anyone who ride with me

Heard me laugh, watch me cry, did time with me

In the game, not just on the sideline with me

I'm a sinner, I'll admit it, but I got God with me

 

Been to Hell and back twice just to feel the burn

If your ass don't fall down then you'll never learn

I just wanna be the best that I can be

I just wanna be me, even if it sound naive

I thought acceptance from others it would set me free

But it didn't, no

Oh, no, it never did

No matter what I say, no matter what I give

Sometimes people make me question if I wanna live

We call that a dark day, such a dark day

But I know tomorrow gon' come, it gon' come my way

And I know in my heart it's going to be a better day, it's gon' be a better day

That's why I came here to say

 

Amen (Amen)

Amen (Amen)

Amen (Amen)

Amen (Amen)

Amen (Amen)

Amen (Amen)

Amen (Amen)

Amen (Amen)

 

We make plans and God laughs

Feel like the older I get the quicker time pass

Some people live in the past, others live in a flask

Even your picture perfect life, it could be gone in a flash

Texting on your way to work and now your brains on the dash

We all powerless

'Specially people think power last

I ain't cowardice but sometimes I wish I live behind a mask

'Cause facing this world it's such a rigorous task

It feel like the world wanna put me in the casket

Wish I was stronger, wish I could just get past it

If you feelin' how I'm feelin' when the song play, blast it

If you feelin' how I'm feelin' when hear this is let me get an...

 

Amen (Amen)

Amen (Amen)

Amen (Amen)

Amen (Amen)

Amen (Amen)

Amen (Amen)

Amen (Amen)

Amen (Amen)

 

This right here for anyone who ride with me

Heard me laugh, watch me cry did time with me

In the game, not just on the sideline with me

I'm a sinner, I'll admit it, but I got God with me

 

Came up on Section 8 and I made it, yo, mom, look

Writin' these raps in a Louis Vuitton rhyme book

I never thought I'd make it out the hood and now I'm shook

I finally made it out my hood, everybody look

I'm across the street waving where the grass is greener

Hating on how far I come, I don't give a damn Gina

This a celebration with no invitation

This the last one then I'm done permanent vacation

Only place I felt I belonged was Babel station

Cooking crack, cooking crack for my generation

Now it's time to conclude the incredible true story, a transformation

Salutations

 

Obediently Yours

This is Logic

I've spoken these words before but not on the radio

To be born free is to be born in debt

To live in freedom without fighting slavery

To profiteer

I have met Southerners who expect and fear a Negro insurrection

I see no purpose in withholding this from general discussion

There may be those within that outcast ten percent of the American people

Who someday will strike back at their oppressors

But to put down that mob, a mob would riot

I'd like to ask, please: who will put down that mob?

I'm an overpaid producer with pleasant reasons to rejoice, and I do

In the wholesome practicability of the profit system

But surely, my right to having more than enough is cancelled

If I don't use that more to help those who have less

I owe the very profit I make to the people I make it from

If this is radicalism, it comes automatically to most of us in show business

It being generally agreed that any public man owes his position to the public

That's what I mean when I say I'm your obedient servant

We must, each day, earn what we own

A healthy man owes to the sick all that he can do for them

An educated man owes to the ignorant all that he can do for them

A free man owes to the world's slaves all that he can do for them

And what is to be done is more, much more, than good works

Christmas baskets, bonuses and tips, and bread and circuses

There is only one thing to be done with slaves

Free them

If we can't die in behalf of progress, we can live for it

Progress, we Americans take to mean, a fuller realization of democracy

The measure of progress, as we understand it, is the measure of equality enjoyed by all men

We can do something about that

The way our fighting brothers and sisters looked at it

Some of them dead as I speak these words

The way they looked at it, we're lucky

And they're right, we're lucky to be alive

But only if our lives make life itself worth dying for

We must be worthy of our luck or we are damned

Our lives were spared, but this is merely the silliest of accidents

Unless we put the gift of life to the hard employments of justice

If we waste that gift, we won't have anywhere to hide from the indignation of history

I want to say this

The morality of the auction block is out of date

There is no room in the American century for Jim Crow

Tomorrow's democracy discriminates against discrimination

Its charter won't include the freedom to end freedom

Race hate isn't human nature, race hate is the abandonment of human nature

But this is true

There are alibis for the phenomenal excuses, economic and social

But the brutal fact is simply this

Where the racist lies acceptable, there is corruption

The race haters must be stopped, the lynchings must be stopped

The murders must be avenged

I come in that boy's name and in the name of all

Who, in this land of ours, have no voice of their own

I come with a call for action

This is the time for it

I call for action against the cause of riot

It won't surprise me if I'm accused in some quarters of inciting to riot

Well, I'm very interested in riots, I'm very interested in avoiding them

So I call for action against the cause of riots

Law is the best action, the most decisive

It's in the people's power to see to it that what makes lynchings and starts wars is dealt with

Not by well-wishers, but by policemen, and I mean good policemen

Over several generations

Maybe there'll be men who can't be weaned away from the fascist vices of race hate

But we should deny such men responsibility in public affairs

Exactly as we deny responsibility to the wretched victims of the drug habit

There are laws against peddling dope

There can be laws against peddling race hate

But every man has the right to his own opinion as an American boasts

But race hate is not an opinion, it's a phobia

It isn't a viewpoint, race hate is a disease

In a people's world, the incurable racist has no rights

He must be deprived of influence in a people's government

He must be segregated, as he himself would segregate the colored and semitic peoples

Anything very big is very simple

If there's a big race question, there's a big answer to it

And a big answer is simple, like the word "no"

America can write her name across this century, and so she will

If we, the people, brown and black and red

Rise now to the great occasion of our brotherhood

It will take courage

It calls for the doing of great deeds, which means the dreaming of great dreams

Giving the world back to its inhabitants is too big a job for the merely practical

No one of us will live to see a blameless peace

We strive and pray and die for what will be here when we're gone

Our children's children are the ancestors of a free people

To the generations: the fight is worth it

And that just about means that my time is up

When my time's up, I remain as always, obediently yours