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"Logic - 100 Miles & Running (Lyrics)" [Intro: Logic] Woo, woo, yeah Alright, here we go Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Logic] Money on my mind, so I'm too paid Real all the time, never Kool-Aid Sippin' on Duse, sike Came a long way from G'burg Puttin' in work like Ferg New York, to L.A., Hawaii, Japan I'm the motherfuckin' man, 'least I'm feelin' like I am Got the whole wide world in the palm of my hand But don't give a goddamn, I'm Sam, I am What that even mean? I don't know what you talkin' 'bout Why nowadays everybody got a palm out? PLP, yeah that be me, and that be what I rhyme 'bout I have arrived, all you rappers are in timeout Rattpack, where you at? (everywhere worldwide) I know you been waitin' for this world to collide B. O. double B. Y., (?), and Folarin 'Bout to take it back like Doc and Marty inside the DeLorean I am no historian, b...

"Logic - Wu Tang Forever (Lyrics)" [Intro + background] En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin, then Shaolin shadowboxing and the Wu-Tang sword style If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me? Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! [Verse 1: Logic] Aye yo, Wu-Tang forever Who rhyme better? We too clever, the boom bap's back, harder than ever R.I.P. O.D.B, comin' through like Killa Bee Ever since I heard Enter the 36 in '93 You cannot defeat my Wu-Tang style, I leave 'em all dismembered Fuck a mumble rap, that shit won't never be remembered Not even a contender, no, pretender, best surrender My agenda is killin' shit, they feelin' this (Sinatra) Yeah, we live and thorough Assassinatin' every single muthafuckin' borough From Staten to Brooklyn to ...

"Logic - Glorious Five Lyrics" [Intro] Yeah We gon' let this shit rock Hey That's the Cole hey from back in the day Hey, yeah [Verse 1] Just a youngin' with a dream Tryna get this money, yeah, I'm tryin' get this cream Not a lot know what I mean, for this rap shit I'm a fiend Not one to talk about poppin' pills and sippin' lean Just a passin' for pussy, I'm tryin' to get up in the spleen This is my mentality rappin' at nineteen Back in Maryland just tryin' to break out on the scene Buyin' fake chains at the mall so girls be like "ooh, he clean" Daydreams that my life is like a movie scene Sippin' liquor, puffin' green, so obscene Ridin' 'round the city with my homies in a gat We was lookin' for trouble, now where's it at Paint the picture like Picasso, matter fact like Sam Spratt Even younger I was trippin' skippin' school ...

"Thank You Lyrics - Logic ft. Lucy Rose" [Skit] Thalia: This concludes the program Kai: Damn man, we been walking forever Thomas: Well, Thalia's tracking system says we'll be there in just over an hour Kai: Shit, at least we got good walking music Or is that it? Thomas: Haha, no man, I'm queueing up the fourth album now—his final one Kai: Nigga, what the hell are you talkin' bout? Man, he has like a million albums Thomas: I mean the final Young Sinatra, the fourth one Kai: Aww, shit man, you had me trippin', I was about to say (yeah, yeah) Thomas: Let's get back to this boom bap shit [Intro: Logic] Yeah, yeah Yeah, so we just gon' let this shit breathe one time Shout-out my boy Henry right here in the studio Ayy, yeah Check, check, mic check, one, two Alright this is classic shit, yeah [Verse 1: Logic] Yeah I coulda never imagine that this shit here could happen Went from the basement to thirty...

"Dope New Gospel Lyrics - Lil Wayne ft. Nivea" [Intro] Man in the mirror my hero He helped me send in my ego And I think I'm bad like Michael He bring me back down to Tito Man in the mirror my hero He helped me see like an eagle He helped me hear all my enemies cry wolf Then he saw me take off my sheep clothes [Verse 1] Hasta la vista, Adios Beat the eyes like mosquitoes Keep in mind I'm a negro so my open mind got a screen door Bitches wanna come play the lead role And end up with nothin but B-roll Sit in the dick in a C-4 Then I come back with a cheap coat Pill bottle only half full But fuck it my nigga, I'm past good Text a bitch, rubbin' my tats good But before she do, bitch, watch yo hands good I'm flexin' muscles that you can't pull You can't make a fist cause I'm a handful I never really knew my dad good But still grew up to be the big bad wolf You always see me wit...