Prime by Logic
(Hey) The mental state of a lyricist in his prime
Spittin' rhyme, thought from the mind
Poetic rhetoric that rhyme
We punch lines that leave you conflicted, and hit
rewind
Every time I spit an I'll line the worlds mine
Fuck a Matana
Quit it the second I'm out the vagina
Won't even call her ma�ana
Sike
Lyrical Unibomber
I'm a I'm a allergic to drama
Mentality of a felon
Rebellin' elevate
While you repellin'
Only hate because I'm sellin'
Who you tellin'?
See I was on that raw shit
While you was on that naw shit
The people "they gonna toss it"
When that all they endorse it
I just waited for my time to shine, I never forced it
Strategically planned it like Peyton Mannin' way before
shit was even real
I remember nights as a child with my momma, hungry
But my hunger for this music is on another level
This shit will truly have you contemplatin' deals with
the devil
But homie I'm a king not a pawn I never settle
Cause this joint within my mind
Is so fine I can bend metal
Yeah, In high school I wasn't worried about them A's
and B's
I was trying to make the flow unkillable to obtain
these Gs
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