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Vinyl Days
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DJ Premier
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Ye-yeah, yeah Vinyl Days DJ Premier, that's my homie, that's my idol On the road to success, but y'all idle 6ix on the beat, RattPack, motherf**ker, let's go, here we go, let's get it on All I need is one mic, one pen, one page to ignite Subject matter heavy, but the flow is MC Lyte You mad as f**k, all you see is red like a conservative All the critics do is talk, I'm really not concerned with it Hell is hot and we can make your residency permanent Several shots, they tyin' up your body with a tourniquet Let it rock, it's obvious that he don't know who turn it is Keep my circle tight-knit 'cause people move deceitful Money and greed will expose you to the root of evil Already proved myself, not worried 'bout who's my equal Far from an anti-vaxxer, but I move the needle Sh*t got me wonderin' if what I do is legal F**k it, I'm goin' a hundred in this Buick Regal F**k it, I'm goin' a hundred playin' Beanie Sigel You still run that old game like a Neo Geo You lookin' for me? I'ma be in Rio Sunbathin' off the coast, sippin' pinot grigio Out the country so much they like, "Easy, gringo" Straight off the two-track, don't need a single Travelled abroad for my catalog Made all this money recording raps on my Macintosh, call it Apple sauce Even with the cameras off, I be spazzin', dog Drum machine a***og, the North Face camouflage That lo-fi dusty, Panasonic with the trackin' off Marijuana smoke fill the air like L.A. traffic smog Come on, homie, listen to the voice of reason Yeah, you talk a lot of sh*t, but don't want the beef like a vegan Was pa**in' through like the aux channel And then I fell asleep on you, sh*t, we call you the golf channel I'm barbecue grillin' these rappers in Croc sandals Got money to cop Lambos, but I'd rather chop samples Many lines, many rhymes, sh*t gutter like Pennywise Shoutout big brother, got many eyes I'm like Malcolm peekin' through the mini-blinds F**kin' with Logic, that's the reason that you stop breathing Cardiac arrest caught you at your chest Should've wore a vest, now you all a mess You no kind of threat, you should've wore a dress Polo high-tech with the navy crest Cut from the cloth you couldn't thread with a needle Bought the sh*t at Fred Segal, got your b*t*h spread eagle The revolution won't be televised, they tellin' lies They wanna strip your soul away and lead you to a well that's dry That's why we in the kitchen cookin', know you smell the vibes It stick to your ribs, sh*t, no frozen fries Go against the gang, get pulverized I'm at the crib washed, watchin' Cobra Kai Thinkin' to myself, "God damn, how old am I?" Rose through depression like a rose, I was destined Your bro reached his goals like D. Rose with the left hand When life takes a toll, I suppose it's a lesson Question, how you woke, but you slept in? Treadin' on your rappers like Midas for over ten years Without changin' tires, sh*t, I should probably check the mileage Back on my hustle, got packs in the duffle Push rhymes like weight, yeah, you know I'm taxin' you double I'm in the pocket like a running back, run it back I bought your new sh*t, hey, run me my money back Fly by night, this that fly like Mike ESPN better get those highlights right Perform better when the lights shine bright You lookin' like food and might get fried like rice Throw on a chef apron and I turn into Gordon Ramsay I seen cats sell they whole soul for a Camry I seen your favorite artists do the most just for Grammys I seen a grown man lyin' just to get the panties I'm cookin' like grannies, the recipe is sick and we got extras in the pantry I'm goin' Super Saiyan just to represent the family I think that's why the haters can't stand me I'm not the socialite type, but my vocals quite right I'm still spittin' raps like it's open mic night I'm still gettin' played from the hoes you might like I'm still gettin' paid off the flows you probably bite It's Logic Yeah See— see— see— see— see the bigger picture, so we can profit all around This is for my real hip-hop fans I— I want that real back, back when you would feel tracks Yeah See— see— see— see— see the bigger picture, so we can profit all around Yeah This is for my real hip-hop fans I— I want that real back, back when you would feel tracks I— I— I want that— I— I want that real I— I want that real back, back when you would feel tracks I— I— I— I want that real— real— real— real— real back Yeah I— I want that real back, back when you would feel tracks This is Logic This is Logic This is Lo— Lo— Lo— Logic, Logic
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