[Scarface sample]
"All I have in this world is my balls, and my word
And I don't break ’em for no one, you understand?"
[Verse 1: Logic]
You see Jesus was a black man
Hell willy could've run your fingers through it
Cray static, [?]
Smoked weed
And gave a knowledge to his seeds
To go and flourish into soldiers, these are olders
They used to carry trees on their shoulders
My words are gonna carry over to the next generation
This is the true meaning of elevation
Dedication is evident, so I salute
My words are the truth, this is all I can offer to you
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot, sick of the news
So I make my own news up
If they have enough real passion then they'll shoot us
The fake heart move us, never
Money can grow on trees ’cause I am clever
Words get better like a fine wine
My time can't be your time 'cause these are all mine
[Chorus: Logic]
My words, my words
My words, my words
My words, my words
My words, my words
My words, my words
My words, my words
My words, my words
My words, my words
[Verse 2: L Jinny]
Gifted and young, blessed with the wisdom of flippin' grub
Lyrics paint pictures so vivid, sippin' that bitter cup
I'm tryna side the light from distance but there isn't much
Driven by sickness from this wickedness I live amongst
Driven by sickness, it's a pity we didn’t come up
Stuck behind these castle walls, akhi I’m going nuts
God is my only judge, rub it then roll it up
Rub it then roll it, my brother crumple it then roll it up
Staring at that eye of the beast, 'bout to weather the storm
I spend my life on these streets, tryna rep for the cause
I can catch them nights without sleep, when I head to the morgue
Am I next to be corpse? Brudda come venture my thoughts
They don’t wanna give me the recognition that I deserve
They don't wanna see my record spinning, I bring life to words
Harder I work, further they set me back, it's like a curse
All I got in this life of sin is my nine and my word
[Chorus: Logic]
My words, my words
My words, my words
My words, my words
My words, my words
My words, my words
My words, my words
My words, my words
My words, my words
[Verse 3: Harry Shotta]
I tried to use my words wisely, wise olders did advice me
"Never keep it in", now I let a painter lives inside me
Play a nice beat bruva records, keep your soul for limit grimy
In [?] where the system continues to just deny me
Thirty lies to me regularly so you find me
Tryna search for the truth, but I'm nothing on lies you see
What’s get twisted for history is no mystery blinding me
These brudders know I'm the truth
Regardless if these guys signed me or not
I'll always be doing this music look and you find me
In the booth with a real brudder like Logic behind me
It's a nothing to collab on these army co-signed me
So finally the words resonate with the people I'm tiny in hat
On the mic I'm a giant filled with defiants
Comin' like the old school rap slack, I'm droppin' science
On the audience still wrecked, I'm not politically correct
But f the politics, I'm just hopin' that these words connect
That's my words
[Chorus: Logic]
My words, my words
My words, my words
My words, my words
My words, my words
My words, my words
My words, my words
My words, my words
My words, my words
[Outro: Logic]
My words
See this is more than (my words)
More than (my words)
More than just a bunch of bars on a beat (my words)
Over ten years making tracks (my words, my words, my words)
Force, freedom, wisdom
My words
See this is more than (my words)
More than (my words)
More than just a bunch of bars on a beat (my words)
Over ten years, force, freedom, wisdom (my words, my words, my words)
