Logic Babel (Scene)

[Thomas & Kai:]

“Okay so what do you think life was like before the fall?

I mean we’ve seen pictures of open land as far as the eye can see

and oceans incomprehensible in size that our grandparents would do their best to describe it.

I just can’t imagine life anywhere but inside a space station.

I mean the simple concept of a sky doesn’t even fully register.”

“We do have fields on the Babel station and also…”

“Yeah yeah but that’s all synthetic, I mean were heading to this planet right?

That we call “Paradise” because we hope it can sustain life why?”

“Because we’ll eventually run out of resources.”

“Exactly I mean what if we got there and it’s exactly as the data predicted beautiful, lush.

Then we destroy it just like we did Earth. There’s only 5 million human beings left in the universe.

I mean it’s weird to think about the fact that in 2065 the last footprint was left on Earth before ascending to Babel.”

“Man what’s your point?”

“The point is 30 ships have traveled in deep space looking for a planet like this,

damn near all of them return without any luck some of them didn’t return at all.

I guess my fear isn’t that we won’t find paradise… It’s that we’ll create purgatory.”

Logic Studio Ambience At Night: Malibu

Chattering

Feel it when I murder, so much further

I could go and so I look up to the sky

Oh my, oh my

Oh my, oh my

Oh my, oh my

Oh my, oh my

Oh my, oh my

Oh my, oh my

I say oh my

I feel the Arian in my blood, it’s scarier than a Blood

Been looking for holy water now I’m prayin’ for a flood

Feel like time passing me by, slower than a slug

While this feelin’ inside of my body’s feelin’ like a rug

You can hug me, rub me on the back like a child

Tell me you love me, need me, promise me you’ll never leave me

Wait a minute, is that-?

Ayy, who’s all in there? You playin’ that?

6ix you can’t be playin’ that, that’s the album shit, dawg!

Logic Growing Pains II

[Intro: Logic – acapella]

I’m on the come up

Anything that ya’ll do I’m one up

Ya’ll grind till like 3 in the morning

I grind till the sun up

Homie that’s dedication

This world is what I’m facing

I only hope in the end that they all love and embrace me

[Hook:]

(I’m trying to write my wrongs, but it’s funny these same wrongs helped me write this song)

Momma I’m sorry that I left at 17

(I apologize a trillion times)

[Verse 1: Logic]

Everything ain’t what it seem when you try and follow your dreams

First you saw the bigger picture

Now you see behind the scenes

You though everything was sweet

Now you see that shit is mean

Got a taste now you a fiend

Been into it since you been a teen

Yeah he nice so all his friends say he gon’ blow like Hiroshim

Eyes on the prize like the baddest bitch you ever seen

At home late night, chillin, envisioning

Himself on the cover of Vibe magazine

But everything ain’t what it seems

Though it seem like he gon’ blow

Will he make it?

Maybe so

Too be honest I don’t know

He got lyrics, he got flow

But it takes so much mo’

So much love

So much pain

With such little time to grow

Yeah we love it when he smile

But hate it when he frown

Remember when that girl turned his world upside down

But it made his music better

Brought emotion made it clever

Now we growing everyday

But he hungry try to eat

Brain like an EKG the way that he study the beat

Now we know that he gon’ make it and he won’t accept defeat

Now I ain’t tryin to be mean

Now I ain’t tryin to be mean

But everything ain’t what it seem

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Logic]

So many times did I design a rhyme to blow your mind?

Cause I know that I wasn’t destined to live a life of crime

I remember Christmas’s with no presents

I use to fear my future now I dread my adolescence

Living a life of logic

But it ain’t what it’s cut out to be

Cause if I couldn’t rap ya’ll wouldn’t give a fuck about me

Hip hop is politics

Filled with nothing but strife and stress

Time is money and it’s hard to invest

Step on the stage I get the honeys so wet

Rockin thousand dollar tuxes sippin on nothing but Moet

Thinking I’m so set but really I ain’t done shit yet

This game is war and in my mind I’m like a Vietnam vet

Now I’m on the come up

Anything that ya’ll do I’ll one up

Ya’ll grind till 3 in the morning; I grind till the sun up

Homie that’s dedication

This world is what I’m facing

I only hope in the end that they all love and embrace em

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Logic]

For the motherfuckers that hated I made it

Slowly elevated, escalated onto another level ha

My flow is crack the game is Whitney yeah

Fame is Bobby on their first date it ain’t hit me yet

Visualizing driving down the horizon

While you despising the fact that I’m rising

So much hate within this world this shit is so traumatizing

Steppin to me yeah you better be alphabetically ready

Aim steady

Lyricism sharp as machete

I got it already

See I was born to sell records

You was destined to sell tunes

All up your headphones

Killing booths like cellphones

(I got it)

Cause everything ain’t what is seems

It ain’t just him it takes a team

At the ten headed to the zone in his mug mean

Yeah the quarterback shines but not without a sense of safety

So truly he is me and motherfucker you can’t face me

Now I’ve had a lot of doubt

I thought I had to throw that out

Cause I find that they listen when I rhyme not when I shout

And right now shit is rocky

With me and my girl

See music is my moon but this shawty is my world

Think about you all the time

Turn that shit into a rhyme

Cause sometimes you can ignore me

But the beat listens just fine

Tell me do you even know

If you truly want to grow

Hate letters when I’m writing Love Jones all I know

Cause everything ain’t what it seems

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Logic – acapella]

Living a life you only dream about

Flow angelic but now it’s time to bring the demon out

Can you feel me?

I said it’s hard being a saint inside a sinner’s body

You know it’s hard living as Logic after living as Bobby

This is the life I depicted

As a child I picked it

Feeling conflicted

To music I am addicted

Not one of ya’ll can predict it

So many bars I’m feeling convicted

Now writing like a felony I’m selling homie who you telling

While ya’ll do everything by the book fuck that I’m rebelling

Bitch I’m on another level

A level you ain’t seen

A level that is truly only deemed for a king

The second you listen it’s my mission to murder any rendition

Busting with precision

If you in my vision I’m never missing

Logic administer sinister verses like a minister for the listener

Can you motherfuckers feel me?

Logic Soul Food

[Verse 1:]

God damn, god damn, conversations with legends

Crazy how one day your idols can turn into your brethren

Bitches we severin’, hit up my jeweler, watch him freeze us

Breaking bread like I’m Jesus

Money ain’t everything, but somehow eases

Better believe than think down and leave us, the baby cryin’

Crack, cooking where my sister be frying soul food

Plus my other sister just went back to her old dude

He whoopin’ her ass, I kill him, I kill him, I motherfucking kill him

I said I really want to kill him, but I can’t

Cause if I do po po gon’ claim I’m the villain, but I ain’t

See my vision from pictures I paint

Do you feel it like I feel it, I grip the mic and then kill it

Okay, I’m gone, as memories resurface from hella long in my past

Chillin’, sippin’ Sinatra from a flask

Little bobby, just a youngin’, skating was my hobby

Tryna stay out of trouble, my homie in jail for robbery

Welfare, food stamps, and stealing from the store

Come home and see an eviction notice taped to my door

Can’t take no more, momma on drugs, daddy M.I.A

What can I say? I just wanted to be a kid and play

To this day I pay homage to the Gods, to the greats

Never stolen, I’m from Maryland

Where they shoot you in the dark of the night

Like Christopher Nolan, for talking out of your colon

Catch me rollin’ with the realest

Lyricism the illest, my chain is the chillest, sub zero

Far from a hero, bitch, I’m De Niro in Goodfellas

If your bitch around me best bring an umbrella

Let me tap into my inner southern killer, none other illa

Murder the game and then resurrect it like Thriller

Yeah, my skin is vanilla, but bitch I dare ya to test my killa

We don’t do it for the skrilla, we do it for love

Word to my homies up above, we slinging like drugs

And overdose ’em like the dealer does

[Thalia:]

Hip Hop

[Hook:]

I swear this music in my genes like Denim

Lyricism seep in ’em like venom

Yes, I know the flow hotter than Lucifer

Even though heaven sent him

[Verse 2:]

See my vision as I’ve elevated and risen

Open your eyes, despise lies told with deadly precision

I finally made my way up out that section 8 division

Not by busting and killing though I’ve had my share of stealin’

But by putting pen to this pad and dispersing these feelings

While the label only care about making a killin’

Feel my energy, I ain’t talking E-N-E-R-G-Y, I mean inner G

That’s the shit they never see

But I own supremacy, number 1 I better be

Bitch, I said I bet I be

Take my kindness for weakness, trying to get the better of me

Tell me how is they gonna remember me

As the artist that concocted the perfect recipe

Or will they be addressing me, talking less of me

Just because I was different, just because I was doing what I love

And the fans they say they love you, but they push and they shove

Cause they want what they want how they want when they want it

I just gave them twenty songs, now they want another hundred

I just see it as a challenge, I could do it, bitch, I run it

Worldwide tours, type of shit I always wanted

While the rest of ’em just worry about bitches and getting blunted

Still that same motherfucker from that YS1

Only difference is I’m stronger and better from when I’ve begun

So when people that never knew me they tell me that I changed

That my music is different and my vision’s rearranged?

I just stop, and do my best to refrain

From having conversations with people that ain’t in my lane

Will I die? Will I live?

Give the world everything I have to give

This is feelings on the page, know my wisdom, not my age

Understand that I’m a man not defined by his wage

Even though it’s in the millions that shit don’t define my brilliance

Open your mind and maybe you can see the billions

Our people that separated, but all equal

To know the ending one must understand the prequel

[Hook:]

I swear this music in my genes like Denim

Lyricism seep in ’em like venom

Yes, I know the flow hotter than Lucifer

Even though heaven sent him

Spit it like Holy water, prophetically repent ’em then we gone

Logic Everyday

Yeah, ayy

I work hard every motherfuckin’ day-ay-ay-ayy

I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ayy, yeah

But today is my day, it’s my day

And no matter what they say, it’s my day

La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah, yeah

Roll up to the spot, feelin’ real good

Think you gon’ talk shit, you better not, my homies real hood

They say, “Logic, why you do that?” I don’t know, I don’t know

Yeah, they used to be like, “Who that?” I don’t know, I don’t know

Now they know my name wherever I go

Used to think that’s what I wanted, but now, just don’t know

No, I can’t fuck with that, nook if you buckin’ back

Yeah, I been workin’ but I ain’t get nothin’ back

Tell me the daily now, hold up, wait, really now

All of that shit you been talkin’ just silly now

Just as quick as you rise

Just as quick as you could fall

Oh, no no no, I can’t fuck with that at all

Can’t fuck with that at all

I work hard every motherfuckin’ day-ay-ay-ayy

I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ayy, yeah

But today is my day, it’s my day

And no matter what they say, it’s my day

La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah, yeah

All she ever wanted was attention

And a bunch of other shit I shouldn’t mention

‘Cause she got daddy issues for days

For days and days

But today, she ain’t got shit to do

Her ride along with you

So we gon’ fuck around and vibe

And vibe and vibe and vibe

I’m tryna live my life

But am I doing it right? Yeah

I’m tryna live my life

But am I doing it right? ‘Cause they tell me I’m the man

You the man right now, you the man right now

With the whole wide world in the palm of your hand right now

Fuck the lights and the cameras and the money and the fame, I’ma do it for the fam right now

I’ma get it for the 301 and the RATTPACK ’cause you know

I work hard every motherfuckin’ day-ay-ay-ayy

I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ayy, yeah

But today is my day, it’s my day

And no matter what they say, it’s my day

La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah, yeah

Logic Worthy

[Intro]

My mentor once told me, that fire cannot be denied

I’m 20 years old, and I’ve sacrificed the last four years of my life, to create music just for you

My social life. Stayin’ in the studio, practicing, grinding. Just to give you, the soundtracks for your life

So I’m gonna continue to wake up every day and make good music, and get that recognition

[Hook]

And I deserve it, I think I deserve it

It’s becoming something that’s impossible to ignore

And I deserve it, I think I deserve it

[Verse]

Yeah, now let me switch it up with some shit you ain’t ever heard

Ain’t drunk but the flow’s slow

Everybody just relax and listen to my words [x2]

So many times have I designed a similar rhyme that came to mind, (inevitable)[?] to find the way I’m feelin’ now

I’m feeling like I’m ready to blow, been waiting patiently but fuck it now I gotta go

When it comes to making this music it’s nada yo, see you can’t comprehend the amount of mind or heart I’m givin’

Hip-hops my show first, so you know I’m driven. Sunrise to sunset you know how I’m living

You see, I think it then write it, read it, repeat it then lace it, produce it then record it mix it then master it so the people adore it

[Hook]

It’s becoming something that’s impossible to ignore

And I deserve it, I think I deserve it

Logic ICONIC

[Logic:]

Shout out to that boy Slim Shady for all the love, yeah!

(Sinatra)

Tell me what you know about real life

Tell me what you know about dark nights

Bitch, I’m Bruce Wayne in the game

You just perpetrating from the side line

What it feel like? (Huh)

Metaphor game too silly

Punch lines way too silly

Fuck a Milli’ now I’m comin’ for that William

Hold up, wait a minute think about it that’s a Billi’ (Woo!)

God damn, boy you know I’m puttin’ in the work

I’ma get it, I got ’em and now they all hurt

I’m a let them know, I never let them know

They never seem to know that I am a master (At work)

Bitch I’m all up in it come and get it

You could never get rid of it

Every bit of it in this motherfucker

Like I’m in the middle of little Italy

A lot of shit was never given to me

That shits a fallacy told by the enemy

Trying to get ahead of me

They dead me, everybody dead me

Everybody know that Bobby will body anybody Like Gotti did Gambino, from Maryland to Reno

We know Tarantino a killer

But the Young Sinatra got you by the neck

And the spirit the second they hear it

They fear it as soon as they get near it

Everybody revere it like

Tell me-tell me-tell me what you know about real life, real life

Tell me what you know about dark nights, dark nights

Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne in the game

You just perpetrating from the side line

What it feel like, feel like

Metaphor game too silly

Punch lines way too silly

Fuck a Milli’ now I’m comin’ for that William

Hold up, wait a minute think about it that’s a Billi’

Everybody know that boy Sinatra, he the King now!

Nobody want to step up in the ring now

I sacrificed my twenties now that money ain’t a thing now

Now that money ain’t a thing

Everybody know that boy Sinatra, he the King now!

Nobody want to step up in the ring now

I sacrificed my twenties now that money ain’t a thing now

Now that money ain’t a thing

Everybody talk about my race on socials (Socials)

Make the boy wanna go postal (Postal)

Since I went triple plat’ I only identify as Bi-Coastal (Coastal)

I don’t live life like most do (Like most)

Never did the shit I was supposed to

Not a lotta shit you could say about me

Yeah my hairline faded but my bank account will roast you (Roast)

Tell me-tell me-tell me what you know about real life, real life

Tell me what you know about dark nights, dark nights

Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne in the game

You just perpetrating form the side line

What it feel like, feel like Metaphor game too silly

Punch lines way too silly

Fuck a Milli’ now

I’m comin’ for that William

Hold up, wait a minute think about it that’s a Billi’

[Jaden Smith:]

You already know what that is

Young Sinatra, icons inspire icons

Gold chains wrapped around my neck like pythons

The drip way, yeah

[Logic:]

Yeah! Greatest alive, I’m the greatest alive

I’m the greatest at being me, ain’t nobody seeing me

So, check it like CMB, thats word to the DMV

I’m straight from the basement, I made it like a villain,

I’m hated Word to Jermaine, this shit just ain’t been the same

Never simple and plain like a bullet to the brain

I’m blowing minds, yeah I gotta kick shit with this rhyme

Second I spit it so divine thats word to your mom

Sweeping these rappers up like it’s a chore, who want more?

I’ll leave anybody two times four

Dropping pounds in London like I lost weight

My mindstate, is like a freight when I rhyme

Check the state of mind

Yeah, my train of thought is never off the track

When I drop it, so stop it I’m killin’ ’em like a virus

After they dead I’m still in ’em, who feelin’ ’em, everybody now

It’s never nothin’ like the first time,

nothin’ like your first rhyme Nothin’ like you’re in there nuttin’ for the first time

That’s the type of shit they never tell you now

Bitches come and go I know I know you can’t fuck with this flow Bobby Tarantino gettin’ a C note

Oh yeah there he go

Tell me they love it they want it they need it

I never been defeated, no never given up

Do what I do how I do gotta live it up

This shit right here on the real, I can’t get enough

God damn, uh, I’m the motherfuckin’ man

Went from gettin’ close to the gang

To sipping champagne on a plane

Do what you love in life and never second guess it

Even when haters protest it now

You ever wonder what it means to

You Ever wonder what it, uh

You ever wonder what it means to finally limit your dreams

Then realize that everything, it just ain’t what it seems

Uh, yeah, I thought I wanted to be the greatest alive

Until I realized that being the greatest is just a lie

Like the opening words in this verse

That as soon as they disperse make other rappers converse

I’m glad to put in you a hearse, real talk fuck rap

I hate and I love it ’cause it’s so negative

Everybody selfish, nobody wanna give

A helping hand to the next man, well fuck you then

Fuck your ethnicity we all one

‘Cause when my last album dropped you know we all won

Yeah that shit went number 1 so everybody won I said

“Yeah that shit went number 1 so everybody won” (Yeah)

Logic All Sinatra Everything

[Verse 1:]

Ayo I force MC’s to bleed, retreat and recede

That’s the Young Sinatra creed

Killin’ a track with incredible speed

And doin’ it like it’s nothin’ or bluffin’, gotta kill it everyday though

Slice MC’s like Kato, gotchya head spinnin’ like dreidel

Assassinate em so fatal, grip the heat and then tell ya to freeze

Gettin’ chedda’ at negative 30 degrees

I’m talkin’ mula, money, euro, dollars, that yin

Blow it, let’s spend it again, I’m livin’ the life until the end

Can’t comprehend what I got goin’

Never knowin’ when Logic flowin’, cause I’m creepin’

Like ether the way that I seep in

Swimmin’ in women like the deep end

Chillin’ with shorties that smoke reefer and blow like aretha

Uh, now, Sinatra said the best revenge is massive success

I guess that’s women and multiple digits in excess

Ya family broke bread but my family’s bread was soggy

‘Til my brother’s broke bricks like Mr. Miyagi

Now what the fuck…

[Verse 2:]

All of a sudden I feel the inner killer emergin’

Never splurgin’ bingin’ money and never purgin’

Urgin’ women to fuck on the rug cause it’s imported Persian

Then bypass matters of the heart like a surgeon

Now, it’s hard to ball when there’s problems within the inner circle

One moment they cool as Stephan and flip it like Urkel

Or flip it like keys, yeah they flip it like ki’s

From drug lord’s overseas that export it with ease

Bitch please we stack cheese so old it’s mold

I’m ’bout that money so excuse me if my heart is cold

The magnum? deployed, then I destroy mattresses

Late night love affairs with New York City actresses, I

Broke in the game and destroyed the first couple stages

Visionary takin’ over regardless of our ages

Makin’ history today to solidify in the pages of tomorrow

The industry is fucked, nothin’ but sorrow but I’m

Playin’ for keeps in other words no need to borrow

So you can keep your advances, wack hooks, and pop dances

Don’t get me wrong, I’m all about the mainstream

As long as I sign the deal I want and have the same team

And now they trippin’ like a flight to Vegas

Tellin’ me that I’ll never make it and this shit is outrageous

Now what the fuck…

[Verse 3:]

Therefore you never mourn like a memory repressed

MC’s digest quicker than bullets shot from a gat with the barrel suppressed

One to the dome, two to the chest

If by chance they got a vest, however nevertheless

I’m lookin’ for that real deal, shit that make me feel

Pleasure and pain, ain’t no way to measure the game

I got haters in 57 languages watch me vanquish this

The come up, bust quicker than 357 caliber

Sharp as Excalibur, crushin’ muthafuckas like Galaga now

Time is money, something you can never recoop (recuperate)

So stop wastin’ mine, hit rewind and then fuckin’ regroup

Never messed with them chicken heads, but watch me in the coup

Never in public cause I’m a studio fiend

Rockin’ diamonds and gettin’ money, we call that ice cream

Now, allow me to give you the scoop, shit I’ll make it a double

I came up around more rocks than Barney Rubble

Murderers and drug dealers, I knew it no rebuttal ain’t no need to claim it

Picked up the heat but never aimed it now

Jay gave us The Blueprint, I lay the foundation

Tell ya what I’m facin’, bars like incarceration

Cause my mind is always racin’, ain’t no time for vacations

I’m never pacin’, unless I’m on the phone talkin’ business, get with’ this

Best witness like Christmas, I’m fuckin’ rappin’

Walkin’ the spot and all these haters go for the dap and I never carried them

Kill ’em with kindness then bury ’em, yeah!

I was born with talent, ya’ll gave me the gift

And now I pull more strings than guitar rifts

Now what the fuck…

Now that’s all sinatra everything!

Logic Set The Tone

[Intro:]

I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone

I should like to help everyone if possible, Jew, gentile, black man, white

We all want to help one another, human beings are like that

We all want to live by each other’s happiness, not by each other’s misery

We don’t want to hate and despise one another

In this world there is room for everyone and the earth is rich and can provide for everyone

The way of life can be free and beautiful. But we have lost the way

Greed has poisoned men’s souls

Sinatra

‘Sinatra shot ya’, God damn you’

‘Is this what you want?’

Logic

‘You are watching a master at work’

‘You have interfered with our affairs for the last time’

[Verse:]

Many men wish to acquire fame for the wrong reasons

Fans telling me never change, but it’s harder fighting seasons

They hear me on the radio and now they yelling ‘Treason!’

Cause Logic giving them mainstream verses like Ephesians

But, I never sacrificed my lyrics or my flow

There’s a time and place for everything so what the fuck you yelling for?

The fame hit me quicker than previously determined

Rat Pack, real all the time, fuck a vermin

Motivated by money, sex, drugs and violence

Cause the era that we living, it was built up on defiance

What we need is alliance, but y’all don’t really hear me though

So, hip-hop’s a chariot and Logic’s finna carry it

Stallion, coming for their necks like a medallion

Straight out of Sierra Leone

Motherfuckers it’s on, I’m under your skin like cortisone

99% of these motherfuckers is bullshit

But I’m on that Bull shit, Michael Jordan

Cutting records after the show at my hotel while I’m touring

Yeah, and I ain’t even 23

But my bank account can vouch, I’m balling like an MVP

Yes it’s me, L-O-G-I-C, I’m repping MD

Now what the fuck is a vacation? I see no satisfaction

I work 12 hours a day, every day with no distraction

7 days a week and 12 hours, that’s a lazy day

Going 74 hours with no sleep, call that a crazy day

This is Manhunt, and I ain’t stopping ’til y’all apprehended

Many years I have attended and finally been commended

For keeping it real so finger fuck whoever I’ve offended

Now, pull out the Mac and watch them freeze like PCs

I’m Celsius, never graduated so fuck degrees

I educate ’em with ease, however listener please

Don’t knock that last line, school it just wasn’t for me

We all different, and I’m here to make a killing

So say hello to the villain cause in this day that we living

And the nice guys finish last, I’m blowing up

Guess you could say I’m having a blast

[Outro:]

‘Sinatra shot ya’, God damn you’

‘You are watching a master at work’

‘Is this what you want?’

Logic Upgrade

Aye, let me just rap

I’ve upgraded while they’ve waited

Will they love it, will they hate it

Never fade it I evade it

Cause I never really want to complicate it

Think I’ve made it, yes I did

I’m giving them bars like a bid

Let me rewind it like a vid

“Did he just say that?” Yes, I did

And they wanna get it like I live

God damn mother fucker what I gotta give

Way back in DC, I live

On the way to that everlasting life

Will they rob you? Yeah, they might

Hold up, wait a minute, veer to the right

On this road to success, I’ve faced my fears

Then hop on that flight

I’ve upgraded

I’ve upgraded

I’ve upgraded

I’ve upgraded

I’ve upgraded

My bitch bad got a sick figure

Play one show and get 6 figures

We build bigger, money tall as a mountain, bitch

I’ve got Hilfigers, like goddamn

Yes sir, I know who I am

I’m that main man Martin, out here kicking out Pam

Just riding ’round with my Gina in that all-black Beamer

All the way from Maryland whipping out West Coast vino

Hold up, now check my demeanor

Yeah, your girl bad, my girl meaner

I’ve upgraded

I’ve got that Akira on the wall

I just can’t follow their law

Swear to God that they know me

They don’t know me at all

And its all right, it’s alright

I’ve upgraded

Let me bring in them new kicks like Timbaland

I gotta reboot with this upgrade

My metaphors on Cloud 9 and the meaning behind them is so vague

Before I created this universe, I had to fly to the Bermuda first

6 on the beat then we queue the verse

Now I’m in another world when the flow emerge

Feel like I’m in a 5th element

I’m on my element lost in paradise

It’s me, you and Leeloo Korben Dallas

In Fhloston Paradise

Never by chance like a pair of dice

I don’t give a fuck about their advice

I’m on another planet, no I’m not manic, bitch I’m decompressed

Know they can’t stand it cause I pilot it and manned it the best

All they demanded was I gave up and laid that dream to rest

God DAMN!

Hold up, wait a minute, fuck all that shit

I left Earth ages ago to avoid and duck all that shit

You know when we on

Making music that’s gon’ survive for eons

Bloodshed from America to Sierra Leone

That’s that shit I can’t be on

That’s the reason I be gone

Yes, I keep it professional

Like Luc Besson and Leon

I’ve upgraded

I’ve upgraded

I’ve upgraded

I’ve upgraded

I’ve upgraded