Logic Prime song lyrics

(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 ill line the worlds mine

Fuck a Matana

Quit it the second Im out the vagina

Won't even call her mañana

Sike

Lyrical Unibomber

Ima Ima 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

Murder syllables, yes I aim to please, so much ice they call me Mr. Freeze

Sike

All up under your girls skirt as if I was the breeze

Flow celsius I surpass degrees

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, livin' 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

(Yeah)The beats my bitch, 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

Fuckin' 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 patients

Been on the low like freemasons

Livin' amazing, if your shit is hot my shit is cajun

Divine white wine flowin', yes you know its aging

You got sixteens? Ha, I got mathematical equations