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(Intro) May I ask in what way your life is contributing to society As you sit here day after day after day In this dark room, stringing along on that stupid guitar? Have you ever thought about that? What are you doing for the world or for other people? Day after day, hour after hour, night after night (Verse 1: Logic) Me and my homies just chillin' feelin' the vibes This the time of our lives but many don't realize Havin' visions of livin' on another level Never signed them the devil, The rebel that we fuck around with the treble Bumping tribe in the system like penicillin Motherfucker I'm killing If venomous never remember this it's like a system Say it then I do it that never missed 'em Then fuck 'em after I kissed 'em Sit back and listen my chain ain't glisten It's like I'm from another dimension Did I mention my circles smaller then a intervention (and then some) beautiful women tell me I'm handsome (Then I) smash they hard make they pussy the ransom (I) fuck them until inside they belly burst (stop it) drop the beat and then we cue the verse SongtexteSpitting lyrics like Howa Macka never really dispersed Slaughter MCs and resurrect them when they 'gin to hurst They say I got too many styles bitch I been the first They scared to jump in the cipher I be all up in it first My apologies but if you're after me then it gets worse When I come through I spit voodoo and leave them cursed Come and lodge (Interlude) (Hook) This is the realest Only until the real shall I reveal this I even made this beat my self just so y'all could feel this From Nasty Nas to Big L to A Tribe Called Quest We the Rattpack in other words the tribe that's next (Verse 2: Logic) It's been a long time And I ain't even in my prime I remember many moons ago spitting the realest lines On the come up Matter of fact it was long before that Before I bought my first mic, before I could afford that This is a letter to the underground the place where I'm from This is a letter to the fans that understand what I've done And even though I've gotta leave man don't none of y'all grieve Cause even in the mainstream that lyricism I breathe Some of y'all love my raw records, some of y'all don't Some of y'all will love my radio shit, some of y'all won't Just like my race, my music is always begin again Something for everybody no not just one lane And on the real I'll never forget the day I got my deal Full creator control and the money was unreal Started from the bottom and got here cause of my skill And I never set a goal that I didn't plan to fulfill (Hook x5) (Outro) You're not any less of a man if you don't pull the trigger You're not necessarily a man if you do This concludes Midnight Marauder program Press any key to return to the main menu Aus Songtexte Mania