Correction Paroles Young Sinatra 1-4 Continuous mix par Logic

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Visualizing the realism of life and actuality
Visualizing the realism of life and actuality

Various women, I'm swimming in, like a shark
Tear the pu**y apart, shawty it's on after dark
Step to the mic and now I got ya, call me Young Sinatra
The flow is prominent, hella dominant, on time with it
When I'm rhyming it, several labels itching to sign with it
Let's check the women I'm bringing in with these ill synonyms
Softly killing 'em, in other words; I'm Lauryn Hillin 'em
I swear to god if I could I'd never turn the page
Living the rest of my days on stage
f**king with b*t*hes that never age
I'm so fly that I defy the laws of physics
I ain't think it was possible for a check to have this many digits
Mathematically exquisite, am I c*cky—just a smidget
If you want beef then we can supersize it
Freshman in the game
So they wanna haze me like my name Isaac
I killed the beat and dig a ditch just to fossilize it
To make sure none of you bammers try to reprise it what

Life's a b*t*h and then you die
That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto
Life's a b*t*h and then you die
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some

I'm working a nine to five just to survive, barely staying alive
Hard to stay focused without the drive
See I bus tables and my homie Castro is a waiter
I can't wait to blow and say "I told you so haters!"
Living the life of a egotistical pistol gripper
Isn't a life for me, I'd rather grip mics and undo girls zippers
But not them ho girls, meet me after the showgirls, but take it slow girls, have 'em coming back for mo' girls

Visualizing the realism of life and actuality

Various managers coming up talking 'bout they got me
But really they shadier than Slim in a pair of Versaces
I know you see me shining, and practicing and grinding
While they conform to the norm you'll catch me designing
A different type of sound
While you was stuck inside the box, I had already been around
Inner peace and happiness I'm always tryna' find it
And I kinda got the feeling that a woman is behind it
So I'm always chasing tails the real-life Sonic
And I'm always spitting fire half black, half demonic
Nah, I'm half black and half white
C'mon this sound it had to come from somewhere, right?
Nah, nah, see homie race is not the issue
And if you stepping to me like it is I'll dismiss you
The second you listen, the second I got you
I swear to god I'm the reincarnated Young Sinatra

Visualizing the realism of life and actuality
Visualizing the realism of life and actuality

Various women I'm swimming in like a shark
Hold up, that was the first one, let me run it back and restart
Young Sinatra ripping the beat apart
Shining like a diamond when I be rhyming
But y'all in the dark
On point like a poisonous dart
I can feel it now, the fame is comin' soon
How can sky be the limit when there's footprints on the moon?
Now, I used to bus tables, now I bust rhymes
Spitting lines to the illest of dimes just to pass the time
Living like a Don, mafietic mind state
Hip-hop heads never die, we multiply then dominate
Now I been flowin' since a adolescent up until the present
Rehearsin' flows for various shows
Yeah, that's how I roll
Gettin' respected, never neglected
As I infect it, they detect it, when I disect it
Rip it and wreck it, now that's on the record
As the vinyl spin so slowly
Bringing verses like a Holy
Bible, my flow is tribal
Meet me in the street homie I'm liable
To get it right then and there
Motherf**kers like, "Where?"
He come from?
Got music for days and then some
They were stepping confident until I made 'em run
You know it's Logic
In your vicinity murder evil entities better known as your enemies
You feel it now
Spark the L and you be coolin'
Chillin' relaxin' to this audio satisfaction
I leave emcees missin' in action, leave you gashin
From a thousand lashes
While I'm laughing with a passion
Stand over you smiling 'til I hear sirens and now I'm dashing

Life's a b*t*h and then you die
That buck that bought the bottle
Coulda struck the lotto
Life's a b*t*h and then you die
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some

This second verse is dedicated to rappers that never made it
'Cause they gave up on their dream
In other words they hesitated to take it
But I swear I'ma make it better than ever before
'Cause half of y'all don't even know
See I be rolling through the streets
In a beamer bomber like Hiroshima
Hit you like Katrina 'til they like, "Damn Gina!" (Damn!)
I eat MCs like fast food, hella rude
I'm the reason that your favorite rapper's in a bad mood
My name is Logic, I was born in 1990
Ain't no need to remind me
That when you listen you wanna rewind me
All the labels wanna sign me for the right reasons
We aim to please
Huntin' dollars and it's buck season
'Cause

Various women, I'm swimming in, like a shark
Hip-hop heads never die, we multiply then dominate
(Visualizing the realism of life in actuality)
C'mon this sound, it had to come from somewhere, right?
Uh, yeah

Various listeners is wishing us death
Don't give a damn, I'm reppin' Young Sinatra till my last breath
Easily my darkest confession is lyrical aggression
Through indiscretion that triggers anti-depression
When addressin' my profession in every session
The fact that I'm alive is such a blessing
Sippin' wine while these honeys undressin'
What I'm about to say is highly confidential
And in the music industry today, very essential
So bust out your pencil, you can do it on your own
Stop thinking that these labels is the ones that put you on
Let's change the topic, who's your favorite rapper?
I'm the top pick, ha
The flow is elegant, never irrelevant
How many times must I say this?
c*ck back and spray this, never delay this
I pray this, reaches the masses
And spread like cancer on they asses
Now allow me to catch wreck, bust rhymes like Tech
Put me in your box and I destroy the deck

(Life's a b*t*h and then you die)
I used to bust tables, now I bust rhymes
That buck that bought a bottle
(Life's a b*t*h and then you die)
I swear to God, I'm the reincarnated Young Sinatra
(Life's a b*t*h and then you die)
I used to bust tables, now I bust rhymes
That buck that bought a bottle
(Life's a b*t*h and then you die)
I swear to God, I'm the reincarnated Young Sinatra

Whipin' through Cabo in a Murcielago
Dodging paparazzi with the finest dime I met in Chicago
The baddest Bobbysoxer that you ever seen, reppin' my team
We real all the time, so my squad keen, bing
Dave, it's me Sinatra and my boy Dean
The way we (Winning) I can't believe there isn't a Sheen
And pregnant women listen and they give birth to a fiend
I spit narcotic epidemic all up in your genes
In layman's terms, I disperse a verse you never seen
Assassinate rappers the moment that they intervene
While you in the alley playing dice
I'm in the yacht contemplating plans for the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by being hated, sleeping on the brother like they heavily sedated
Some say I'm one in a million, I say I'm one of a kind
Only c*cky when I rhyme, I'm Muhammad in his prime

Yo, address the mic and start spillin' like I hit the vein
Back in the day they used to sleep on me like Tryptophan
Touchdown now the city screamin' my name
I flow gunshots and break fingers just to shift the pain
Whoever hate ‘em, I levitate 'em like David Blaine
Black Ops state of mind, play the game like campaign
Bumpin' Santana in the finest Copacabana
In Havana with a honey by the name of Hannah
Wearing nothing but a bandanna
pu**y wetter than Louisiana
You know the deal, peace to Miilkbone, I keep it real
Flyer than a man of steel, motherf**ker how you feel, It's Logic

I woke up early on my born day, I’m 20, it’s a blessing
The essence of adolescence leaves my body
Now I’m fresh and my physical frame is celebrated
Cause I made it one quarter through life
Some Godly-like thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from
My skull cause it’s pain in my brain, vein, money maintain
Don’t go against the grain, simple and plain

Visualizin' and realizin' my life is f**kin' crazy
Poppin' like JAY-Z, Dirty Dancin' on the game like Swayze
I'm one of the illest and b*t*h
I've been ready to kill it, it's so amazing
b*t*h, I've been blazin', I'm talkin' grass, I ain't talkin' grazing
They just hit the tape while I sip scotch
Let the haters kick rocks, my sh*t is tip-top
I never flip-flop, why? 'Cause my soul too strong
Did this all on my own, 'cause waiting took too long
The flow sophisticated
All these youngins do is whine like they inebriated
I'm hated, but yeah, that's how you know I made it
I'm one of the illest, I'm one of the realest, I'm ready to kill this
The people, they feel us, me and my team made millions
But you know we still us
That's why they wanna kill us, that's why they wanna kill us
RattPack, real all the time, we never phony
I'm single-handedly running the game like a Sony
While the rest of these rappers is acting
Pass 'em the Tony, pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers, yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob Marley
These racist motherf**kers hate that last line
Probably haters on the internet ain't got nothing to bargain
Said I'd never make it, b*t*h, I just sold out the Garden

Life's a b*t*h and then you die, that's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a b*t*h and then you die, that's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a b*t*h and then you die, that's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a b*t*h and then you die, that's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a b*t*h and then you die, that's why we sip scotch
Like Sinatra, screamin', "Motherf**k the cops"

They say they want the old Logic, the one that flow like a faucet I'm still the same me, they just don't believe it like they agnostic
If I spit over the boom-bap, then they perceive it as nostalgic
But the truth is, my subject matter has been the same
And my production selection is still flame
But they love you on the come up 'cause you ain't tainted by fame And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullsh*t that they frequent
From 19, to 2019, been murderin' this sh*t for a decade
From the boom-bap to the trap, I let my sh*ts cascade (Listen, yeah, yeah)
So what's the dealy? Pass the Phillie, get silly, that's on the really
We snappin' like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill, I'm talkin' achilles
Try to play me like I ain't me, but I provided all the deets'
Who you know worth 50 million, still rappin on break beats?
From Nasty Nas, Big-L, Tribe, The Roots, and many more
Of course we could never forget Biggie and young Shakur
f**k the police, no we ain't f**kin' with Al Pastor
I'm the b*st*rd that mastered the flow, I said it once before fa' sho'
While 6ix produce the kicks from the soul, you already know
f**k these youngins talking outta they ass with no class
I'm here to school 'em
This that real sh*t, I'm never foolin'
I'm killin' these squares, we call it a massacre
I got the bread, but these f**kers need the dough like a baker
The legends above me love me like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay 'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for the love and inspiration plenty
Yeah, I'm loved by many, and only hated by a little

Now I think it's time to switch to lyricism, peep the riddle
I was born in mint condition, I'm everybody's life's mission
All right, listen, put me 'round your neck and I might glisten
The ultimate connect, I'll get you anything you need
From good credit to good weed
I can make any woman succeed
Control you with a heart of greed
Along with anybody that's in need, I'll make 'em beg and plead
I'm in the pocket of mafia crime lords and presidents
Without me, they'll evict you from your residence
Hov wrote about me on "Dead Presidents," never irrelevant
Not a soul on earth would love me if I weren't me
No matter what year I'm in, I'm current, see?
People that have me, yeah, they power's so immense
But people without me, make no sense, god damn
Yeah, the world revolve around me, the law evolve around me
The sh*t people do to get a piece of me astound me
Blood stains my face when drug deals go wrong
I'm given to the greatest athletes when they go long
You could put me in check
But I'm still laughing all the way to the bank
I'm the reason that the Titanic sank
I'm always there for you, yeah, when it comes down to the wire And some people even tuck me away 'til they retire
I usually come around on the first and fifteenth
If you owe me to somebody then they'll leave you beneath
People go crazy when they feel me
In the Middle East they drill me
If you let your guard down, then some people'll steal me
I knew these two dudes that's always been homies since fifth grade
Always schemin' on the block, selling crack to get paid
Now they never graduated, thought that sh*t a charade
Only thing on they mind that wasn't me was get laid
Then one day, they had a falling out on the block
See, one thought the other one had been stealing his rock
'Cause he coulda sworn he had more weight in his stock
Pulled out the Glock and his homie yelled, "Stop!"
But before he had the chance to pull the trigger
Oh sh*t here come the cops
They saw the gun and blew them both away
Now there's two more kids dead in the street all before twenty Over me, the most important thing to man: money

We just some motherf**kin' kids
We just some motherf**kin' kids

We love and miss you, Mac
For those of y'all who don't know man, Mac is the whole reason that I started doing this Young Sinatra sh*t. I remember I loved Lord Finesse, all the sh*t he did with DITC, Diggin in the Crates. "Hip to the Game", one of like—one of the illest beats ever and I remember when Mac flipped that sh*t for Kool-Aid and Frozen Pizza—I thought it was the dopest sh*t man. Mac showed me that I could just do it all on my own—me and all my boys, all my homies— and if it wasn't for him killing that beat I would have never got on that beat for my very first mixtape Young Broke and Infamous. Damn... that's like 2010. And I titled the track "Young Sinatra." And that was the birth of all this sh*t. So, thank you, I appreciate you, love you and miss you, yeah
Yeah, we just some motherf**kin' kids

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