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[Intro: Thalia] Welcome to the No Pressure program [Narration: Orson Welles & Logic] Good evening, this is Logic And very happy I am to be back in the United States and back on the network Even for so short a visit as this one Back with old friends like No I.D. who is tonight's director and Nobody argued the point, a lot of people asked us to do it again So it's gratifying to get the chances to do it again So it's gratifying to get the chance now. (No I.D.) Personally, I've never met anybody who didn't like The Incredible True Story Not tonight. What we do have is a thriller. If it's half as good as we think it is, you can call it a classic Quite possibly, a little escapade of mine, involving a couple of planets Which shall be nameless, is responsible Doesn't really matter. A story doesn't have to appeal to the heart It can also appeal to the spine And with two magic words [Verse 1: Logic] Ayy no pressure Never graduated but I school 'em like professor Growing up the world always told me I was lesser Growing up the world told me I can not address her Gangsters put that heat to your head like a hairdresser If you press the issue on they block (Hey Logic, Sneaky here, I hear you're planning world domination from a new form of metal gear Well listen to me, it won't work) Someone down to run around the sun, they gotta stop This liquor that I'm drinking got me thinking 'bout some other shit Feeling like I'm sinking like Titanic or some other shit Word to your mother shit Boy this that gutter shit Breaking down the weed to get high as Thomas and Kai But y'all ain't ready for that shit that's more like Ultra 85 Memories of powdered milk and roaches in my cereal Praying that my crew next like cotton material Never had a car, that's why I hate the fucking bus Took the 61 to Germantown and hear them guns bust Call it static, my headphones on, it's Illmatic On my Rosa Parks in the back writin' like B-Rabbit How I carry it, murder the beat and then I'ma bury it Producin' tracks for the underground like Harriet Drop another number one and watch them all get mad again Memorizing verses like the Vatican, I'm that again Empty the clip and then do that again And now we ride around the city on a dollar 25 Boy you better keep your head down if you want to stay alive People telling you to stay in your lane, can't even drive Tell you not to chase your dreams 'cause they chained to a nine-to-five Bitch I'm too alive like twins in the womb, come hither, consume All of my memories from past and present like two identities 'Logic fallin' off' is an obscenity, top five I better be, steadily Doggin these bitches like I'm on pedigree Obtain class with no degree Fuck a GED, EBT, and the HOC Feeling free, yeah, I'm feeling free But it cost a fee to be the boss it cost to be Over possessive like an apostrophe It's chemical warfare on the block, who got the rock? A tablespoon of baking soda leave you shell shocked Leave the pusha in a cell block and customer in a box The government got my pops The government can't be stopped I'm a gladiator This shit right here more like random thought It's more like [Outro: Orson Welles] We interrupt this transmission with a special report
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