Dead Presidents Iii by Logic
[Intro:]
Dead Presidents III, Not to be confused with Growing
Pains III
Logic this logic that, Logic sick, Logic wack
Logic just don't give a fuck, RATTPACK
[Verse 1: Logic]
So many people think that rap is they calling, stop it
just cease
Got-a-ca-peashe this is my house you fuckers just lease
Waitin' on a record deal that's never cumming like a
priest
Black and white like a nun
These up-and-comers our sun
Like the break of dawn
So follow your father like an apostle paint pictures
like a Picasso while bitches uncover my fossil
Never knowin what's gon follow
However we never wallow in our sorrow
Just pray for tomorrow
At times my heart could be hallow
Emotions forced to be swallowed
While neighborhood cats blast star gas like the apollo
This is just a simple reminder as my lyrics force you
to ponder
Life's a bitch and I heard she'll fuck you so I'm
trying to find her
One moment she'll love you then swallow you whole like
an anaconda
The bitch is kinky, kind of
So with the lift of a pinky I'm a
Dominate the world like my name is brain
Spit flame like propane
Bitches I overcame you know the name
Ink in my veins, inflames, and spew on the page, to
numb the pain like Novocain, mutha fucker
[Hook:]
I'm out the presidents to represent me (get money) [x8]
[Verse 2: Logic]
Allow me to kill it off the brink like no traffic
Murderin' every demographic
Paint a picture using only blood to make sure that it's
graphic
Rip the mic to set the example
While all these mu-fuckers testin my patience like
blood samples
Constant thoughts of suicide, where living in an area
that's do or die
Society expects us to fail, I'm talking about you and I
But we persevere force fear enemies truse saying "we
want nothing but peace and if not we leave em deceased"
In your central nervous system like heroine reppin'
maryland to the fullest
Bustin like bullets that travel through chambers that
are ignited by triggers don't pull it
I go from point A to point B by keeping it G
Ain't no killer but don't push me
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