His fourth mixtape, Young Sinatra: Welcome to Forever, was released to critical acclaim, and allowed Logic to secure a recording contract with Def Jam Recordings. He later released his debut studio album Under Pressure in October 2014, which debuted at number four on the U.S. Billboard 200, eventually becoming certified gold by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) and having sold more than 171,000 copies. Logic's second studio album The Incredible True Story was released in November 2015, receiving mostly positive reviews from critics. Also certified gold in the U.S., it sold over 185,000 copies. Logic released his fifth mixtape, Bobby Tarantino, in 2016.
Logic's third studio album Everybody was his first to debut at number one in the U.S., with 247,000 album-equivalent units, of which 196,000 were pure album sales. The album spawned his first international top 10 single as a lead artist, "1-800-273-8255", which reached the top three on the Billboard Hot 100.
On February 23, 2018, Logic released a single titled "44 More". It was a sequel to "44 Bars", a song from Logic's 2016 mixtape Bobby Tarantino. The song peaked at number 22 on the US Billboard Hot 100 chart. The following single, "Overnight", was released four days later on February 27. Logic would eventually release another single titled "Everyday", with record producer Marshmello on March 2. Logic would later announced his sixth mixtape titled Bobby Tarantino II, with a promotional video featuring the characters of the Adult Swim series Rick and Morty, on March 7. Bobby Tarantino II was released on March 9, 2018, through Def Jam and Visionary Music Group. The mixtape featured guest appearances from 2 Chainz, Big Sean, and Wiz Khalifa. On March 30, he was featured in the premier episode of Netflix's original documentary series, Rapture.
On September 28, 2018, Logic released his fourth studio album titled, YSIV. Before releasing the project, Logic released three singles: "One Day" featuring Ryan Tedder, "The Return" and "Everybody Dies". The album features the song “Wu Tang Forever” which features all the surviving members of the Wu-Tang Clan.
On March 16, 2019, Logic released his debut novel, titled “Supermarket” under Simon and Schuster, which he first teased on the cover of his 2016 mixtape “Bobby Tarantino.” The book was accompanied by his 5th studio album which brought about an experimental sound from logic, featuring little rap and more classic rock and indie sounds. Logic has since announced that he is in the process of writing two more novels, one featuring a sci-fi theme and the other set to revolve around bank robberies.
Logic released “No Pressure”, his sixth and then-final studio album, on July 24, 2020. He announced “No Pressure” on July 16 in a tweet where Logic also stated he would be retiring from music to focus on being a father. The album contains fifteen tracks and a total runtime of 59 minutes and 48 seconds. The album came the following announcement of Logic’s multi-million dollar deal with Twitch.
Logic released his seventh mixtape, Bobby Tarantino III, on July 30, 2021, following the release of several singles and the announcement of his return to music in June 2021.
Logic would release several promotional singles in 2022 for his eighth and final studio album under Def Jam Recordings, Vinyl Days. The album received overall positive feedback and brought about surprising reactions from many listeners who were critical of his previous releases.
After releasing four beat tapes under the alias Peanuts, Logic then announced his ninth studio album College Park, which was released on February 24, 2023. The record details his come-up in Maryland and reflects on Logic's journey to stardom. The album features close friends of his.
Logic would form a rap duo called halfBREED with his long-time friend C Dot Castro. The pair would release their 3P EP on April 11, 2023.
There are at least 30 artists with this name:
3. Logic is the recording alias of Edward Harrison who is responsible for the soundtrack for the Neotokyo mod of the video game Half-Life 2.
No public release of the OST has been published but it's possible to hear some tracks on the Neotokyo website.
Homicide
Logic Lyrics
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Why, Dad?
Because you came out of my balls, nigga
Hahahaha
Fuck rap, bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady with rabies
I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about
And I dare you to test me
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration, but I'm full of innovation
And I'm tired of all of this high school, "He's cool, he's not" rap shit
Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em
Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
Mass murder like this can't be good for my health
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit
Fuck rap, bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady
There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
Hit 'em with that (doot, doot, doot) and they die
We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide
I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes
No, we ain't fuckin' with that
Yeah, there's a time and a place, but if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps
Callin' yourself the greatest alive
Then you don't deserve to do that
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that
You gon' get smacked, you gon' make Bobby attack
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)
Fuck rap, bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
Are getting washed now, chicka-chicka-chicka, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hold up, I said Rover because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I roll over my opponents instead
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
I'll go slow for the speds
But when I go (roof) like the doberman said
I still think the (roof) would go over your head (haha)
Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit with so many foul lines
You think I'm a free throw
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep clothes
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
Who the best? I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though, 'cause MC's know
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
And you're trapped in your cell phone
On my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your rap someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Now money's not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mil'
Big bills like a platypus
A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again
A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
With the Derringer with a hair trigger
'Bout to bear hug it, fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah, fuck it
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket, abraca-fuckin'-dabra
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
I'm up, back with a thud
Man, stop
Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to
Do all this while you panickin'
And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins
And I'm goin' to Fanagan's, tryin' to get up a plan against
All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans
While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana
You're in a cab
I'm in a cabana and a Janet
I'm in a cabana chantin' all this stand up banter
While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina
You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford
And I'm in a Porsche on the floor boards
While I'm world tourin'
You usin' way too many napkins, papkins, lapkins and chapki
You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm papkin'
Flappin' around like a bapkin'
Flammina babbita playin' a jampkin
Dammit, a can of pa
The lyrics of Logic's song Homicide depict a pattern of aggressive and confident rap verses, where the rapper seems self-assured about his lyrical prowess, as he aims to take down all competition. The opening banter between him and his father sets the tone for the song, where he proclaims himself to be the greatest rapper alive. He flexes his talent through complex wordplay, metaphor, and menace, likening himself to Slim Shady with rabies. His rhymes are quick-paced, and his flow is like a machine to showcase his lyricism. He calls out the state of the rap industry, where he compares most rappers' styles to be conformist and lacking innovation. The central idea in the song is the murder of other rappers figuratively, as he aims to dismantle every other rapper in the industry with their lackluster rhymes.
As for the technical aspect of the song, it features a guest appearance by Eminem, who performs the final verse in his signature style. The track samples the chorus from "Who Can I Run To" by American R&B group Xscape, and the beat's production credit goes to Shroom and Bregma. The track occupies a genre-space of hip-hop and rap music, and the lyrics carry certain explicit vocabulary and violent imagery. Logic, in an interview regarding the song, claimed that the track was meant to be a playful take on rap battles and the competitive nature of hip-hop music.
Line by Line Meaning
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Son, do you know why you are considered the greatest artist alive?
Why, Dad?
Why, Dad?
Because you came out of my balls, nigga
Because you are my biological son
Hahahaha
Laughs in amusement
Fuck rap, bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Disregard rap music, expressing himself with great intensity and aggression
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Ready to face anyone who opposes him
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Pause for a moment, create a feeling, and assert that nobody will survive his lyrical prowess
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Mentioning a potential suicide note but dismissing the idea as insignificant
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
Emphasizing his sinister nature through his powerful delivery
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
Stating his intention to conquer and dominate anyone, regardless of their relationship or age
I'm feelin' like I'm chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady with rabies
Comparing himself to the aggressive and unpredictable persona of Slim Shady
I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
Indicating his fierce determination and resistance to being defeated
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about
Asserting that all other rappers are aware of his abilities and reputation
And I dare you to test me
Challenging others to try and prove themselves against him
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
Claiming that no other artist is able to impress or wow him
And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration, but I'm full of innovation
Admitting that his previous statement may be somewhat exaggerated, but emphasizing his creativity and originality
And I'm tired of all of this high school, 'He's cool, he's not' rap shit
Expressing his frustration with the superficial and judgmental nature of the rap industry
Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
Questioning the skills and abilities of other rappers
No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame
Clarifying that his words are not meant as an insult to the rap industry, but rather as a fuel to ignite his own success
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
Expressing his dissatisfaction with the lack of originality and uniqueness in contemporary rap music
Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em
Comparing the attraction of others to his music to a moth being drawn to a flame, and suggesting that he will captivate and outperform them
Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Asserting that listeners can recognize and appreciate his lyrical talent, and expressing self-confidence
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
Affirming his self-assured nature and confidence in his abilities
Mass murder like this can't be good for my health
Acknowledging that his intense lyrical style may not have a positive impact on his own well-being
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Questioning whether his aggressive and intense rap style may be negatively perceived by others
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
Asserting that regardless of others' opinions, he feels he is excelling and dominating the rap game
Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Reiterating his success and dominance in the rap industry
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Further confirming his belief that he is excelling and dominating the rap game
Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?
Humorously questioning the frequency of his success
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit
Demanding others to come up with different rhymes and be more creative
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z
Using repeated syllables to emphasize a comparison to Jay-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
Indicating that those who didn't write their own lyrics are exposed and criticized
Are getting washed now, chicka-chicka-chicka, like bathing
Asserting that those individuals are being defeated or surpassed with ease
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Claiming to be knowledgeable and connected to powerful and influential individuals
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Referring to associates who are highly skilled and trigger-happy
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
Threatening to attack and harm someone in their vehicle
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Describing the result of the attack, with the person becoming motionless and collapsing
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Drawing a comparison to Alex Rodriguez's performance in baseball, implying that even in a period of low output, he can still achieve success
Hold up, I said Rover because now your Rover is red
Clarifying the previous reference to a Rover vehicle, explaining that it is now damaged or stained with blood
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
Comparing the previous line to the children's game 'Red Rover', implying a forceful and aggressive approach
But I roll over my opponents instead
Deciding to dominate his opponents in a figurative sense rather than physically damaging their vehicles
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
Imitating dog sounds to signify that he is continuously dissecting and analyzing his lyrics
I'll go slow for the speds
Indicating that he will modify his pace for those who may have difficulty processing his lyrics
But when I go (roof) like the doberman said
Utilizing onomatopoeia to mimic the sound of a doberman bark and expressing his aggressive delivery
I still think the (roof) would go over your head (haha)
Suggesting that his intense rap style may still be misunderstood or not fully appreciated by some listeners
Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit with so many foul lines
Entering a state of extreme focus and intensity, warning others that they will be overwhelmed by his clever and offensive lyrics
You think I'm a free throw
Comparing his effortless delivery to a free throw in basketball
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
Believing that it is finally time for others to acknowledge and admit their mistake in underestimating him
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
Warning others that they are about to be defeated in a battle of rhymes, and asserting that he cannot be overthrown or surpassed
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep clothes
Remaining alert and ready to take action, portraying himself as a powerful figure disguised as something harmless
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
Asserting his dominance and influence in both the Eastern and Western regions, claiming to be the embodiment of rap greatness (G.O.A.T)
Who the best? I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though, 'cause MC's know
Declining to explicitly state that he is the best, as other rappers already recognize and acknowledge his skill
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Implying that others may not be ready or willing to accept the truth and reality of his talent
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
Critiquing another artist's music, comparing it to something unpleasant or subpar
And you're trapped in your cell phone
Highlighting the obsession and reliance on technology, suggesting that others are too consumed by their own device
On my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
Referring to his own handwriting or rough drafts of lyrics, as well as his tendency to criticize himself
I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your rap someone else wrote
Rejecting the idea of listening to others perform lyrics that were written by someone else
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Revealing his past experiences of being bullied by older and stronger children
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
Admitting that he allowed older children to take his tricycle or possessions without resisting
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Admitting that he was passive and did not take action in those situations
Now money's not a big deal
Noting that he has become financially successful and no longer worries about money
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mil'
Boasting about his wealth by stating that he uses six million dollars as toilet paper
Big bills like a platypus
Likening his large amounts of money to the unique appearance of a platypus
A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
Symbolizing his growth and transformation, comparing himself to a caterpillar seeking to obtain success and recognition
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'
Searching for competition or confrontation, but finding that others are avoiding or fleeing from him
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
Continuously attacking and surpassing everyone, expressing frustration with those who are not up to par
Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
Asserting his confidence and arousal, using imagery to emphasize his excitement
And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again
Reviving the fashion trend of wearing bandanas and headbands, signifying his authority and influence
A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
Considering reintroducing fingerless gloves to his fashion style, suggesting his ability to set trends
And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
Emphasizing his disregard for traditional rap norms and his rebellious attitude
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
Asserting that his success and confidence is evident in his speech and demeanor
With the Derringer with a hair trigger
Portraying himself as a wealthy and dangerous individual, armed with a small, easily activated gun
'Bout to bear hug it, fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
Indicating his intention to tightly grip the gun and comparing himself to a small but ferocious dog, as well as the flamboyant style of wrestling legend Ric Flair
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
Asserting that others cannot measure up or compete with him in terms of skill or influence
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
When he expresses his thoughts or releases his lyrical abilities, others compare him to something that efficiently moves air, emphasizing his superior talent
I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah, fuck it
Preparing to engage in a fight using only his bare fists, but deciding to discard that idea
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket, abraca-fuckin'-dabra
Choosing to metaphorically strike his opponents with a blow to the head and using a play on words to create an expletive-filled rhyming phrase
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
Viewing the instrumental track as a source of energy and inspiration, embracing and overpowering it with his performance
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
Comparing himself to Dracula, dismissing any negative associations or connotations
I'm up, back with a thud
Re-emerging with force and impact
Man, stop
Concluding the song with a simple instruction to stop or pause
Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to
Revealing that he has a strategic plan or intention
Do all this while you panickin'
Accomplishing his goals while others are in a state of panic or distress
And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins
Observing others who are passive and unresponsive, like mannequins
And I'm goin' to Fanagan's, tryin' to get up a plan against
Heading to a place called Fanagan's to devise a strategy or scheme against his opponents
All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans
Mocking the nonsensical or foolish actions of others
While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana
Amidst all the chaotic activities and confusion, mentioning someone named Hanna in a cabana, providing a sense of calm and tranquility
You're in a cab
Addressing someone who is present in a cab
I'm in a cabana and a Janet
Contrasting the luxurious cabana setting with a mention of someone named Janet, possibly alluding to Janet Jackson
I'm in a cabana chantin' all this stand up banter
Presenting himself in a relaxed and confident manner, engaging in lively and humorous conversation
While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina
Noting that others lack the endurance or ability to keep up with him
You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford
Emphasizing how others are struggling, using the example of someone divorcing popular actor Harrison Ford
And I'm in a Porsche on the floor boards
Describing himself driving a Porsche in a confident and exhilarating manner
While I'm world tourin'
Simultaneously traveling the world on a concert tour
You usin' way too many napkins, papkins, lapkins and chapki
Criticizing others' excessive use of napkins, towels, and lip balm, suggesting they are wasteful or overly concerned with appearances
You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm papkin'
Boasting that he is surpassing others while they are focused on trivia such as lip balm and wiping their mouths
Flappin' around like a bapkin'
Comparing others to a flimsy napkin, suggesting they are unsteady or unimpressive
Flammina babbita playin' a jampkin
Creating nonsensical words to highlight the foolish and meaningless actions of others
Dammit, a can of pa
Expression of frustration and annoyance without clear meaning or intention
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Dillan Beau Bailard, Donnell Paul III Stephens, Jeremy Alexander Uribe, Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B. III Mathers, Robert Bryson II Hall, Tim Schoegje
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[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies
[Verse 1: Logic]
I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about
And I dare you to test me
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration
But I'm full of innovation
And I'm tired of all of this high school "He's cool, he's not" rap shit
Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
No, this ain't a diss to the game, this a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em
Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
Mass murder like this can't be good for my health
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit
[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 2: Logic]
There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die
We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide
I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes
No, we ain't fuckin' with that
Yeah, there's a time and a place
But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps
Callin' yourself the greatest alive
Then you don't deserve to do that
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that
You gon' get smacked
You gon' make Bobby attack
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol' up, I said "Rover" because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I roll over my opponents instead
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
I'll go slow for the speds
But when I go (Roof!) like the Dobermann said
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)
Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit
With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though
'Cause MCs know
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
Or you're trapped in your cell phone
Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
I don't wanna fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Now money's not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'
Big bills like a platypus
A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again
A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
With a Derringer with a hair trigger
'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
I'm 'bout to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
Abraca-fuckin'-dabra
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
I'm up, back with a thud
Man, stop
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@wilwhy7354
Can we all agree how clean the transition from Logic to Eminem was
@danielmendez3906
certainly true
@unifiedmosquito9591
GOAT of transitions
@christianadjei3927
6ix is a dope producer
@bradstevens7166
Agreed
@carsonday5406
Check out lucky you
@soupbane1688
I like how as soon as Eminem takes over the beat picks up a little and adds a choir as if Logic awakened some ancient deity, which in all honesty is literally what happened.
@wetwork1314
Apparently Em's camp did that.
@tsfbaf303
Beat stays the same pace
@independentserioustayj9592
I like the way you think