Prime
 作词 : Logic
 作曲 : Logic

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 ill line the worlds mine
**** a Matana
Quit it the second Im out the v****a
Won't even call her manana
Lyrical Unibomber
I鈥檓 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 s*it
While you was on that naw s*it
The people they gonna toss it
Well now they endorse it
I just waited for my time to s*ine, I never forced it
Strategically planned it like Peyton Mannin' way before s*it was even real

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I remember nights as a child with my momma, hungry
But my hunger for this music is on another level
This s*it will truly have you contemplatin' deals with the devil
But homie I'm a king not a pawn I never settle
Cause theres crunk within my mind
Its so fine I can bend metal

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Yeah, In high school I wasn't worried about them A's and B's
I was trying to make the flow akin able to obtain these Gs
Murder syllables, yes I aim to please, so much ice they call me Mr. Freeze
All up under your girls skirt as if I was the breeze
Flow celsius I surpass the greeze
Homie, please
And now I'm feelin' like I'm number 1
Cause nobody made it in the game out of where I'm coming from
Can you feel me
Me and my team devised a scheme to get the cream
Followin' dreams, liven' our lives like movie scenes
It started as a team, sippin' liquor, smoking' green
For music I was a fiend, my homies know what I mean
Ha, Lethal projectiles aimed at reptiles
Best get your money in order fore' you get checked now

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The beats my *****, the mic's my mistress
Fiance flowin' I engage, don't miss this now
Hop on the track, you know I kill it to death
F****n' with Logic, it's inevitable that I will result in your imminent death
Now hit rewind and take a breath, Homie ain't nothin' left
I'm Gregory House and this game is testin' my patience
Been on the low like freemasons
Livin' amazing, if your s*it is half my s*it is cajun
Divine white wine flowin', yes you know its aging
You got six teams? Ha, I got mathematical equations

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