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Mikkey Halsted, Logic

Lyrically I murder you quicker Than Lamborghini drive-bys Who knew one man could handle More beef than five guys I’m a motherfucking lyricist Bitches they fearin’ this Back in the day they wasn’t hearin’ this Now I’m the one who’s steering this I’m self-driven Will he kill it? – That’s a lyrical given New school style but the 90’s Is where my lyrics livin’ My flow is like another Earth Second nature I disintegrate Ya’, migrate ya’ Then lightsaber decapitate ya’ In the beginning they said it was fabricated As soon as the numbers escalated But these fuckers just mad that I made it More chains then when a slave trader Check it I’m under MC’s skin like muscle tissue What’s the issue? If you talkin’ shit then Im’a hit you Grab a pistol then whip you Then dip you in lava, ain’t no one ‘liver Second I arrive I murder it No you never heard of it So sick my lyrics I don’t Spit – I regurgitate em’ As listeners chronologically study my words Verbatim assassinate em’ The second I raid em’ like five-0 We pull off the heist and flee to Cabo now I mask emotions like a robbery Cause when it comes to matters of the heart Women will clog your arteries Rattpack, V’s up – Visionary See the truth through the eyes of The childen that’s born in poverty Where their chances of breaking that Cycle is like the lottery Not about black and white You’re rich or you’re poor So the poor trying to get rich Till they stiff in the morgue I’m the embodiment of ‘real’ I body niggers with skill If I up it Ima’ bust it Somebody bout’ to get killed Smoke em’ like Black and Milds Bringing lyrics back in style These suckers don’t want to battle They ducking like Pacquiao 8 blocks of bodies, I’m ahead by a mile Sucker thought he could rap I fuck up nigga’s morale I got the clarity of Jay, the complexity Of Nas, Lines like Big L I go against all odds like Pac did I pop shit with the best of them They got to much estrogen to F’ with him Ima’ changa like the nephilim I flood the market till there’s no more left Of them like the days of Noah I split the brick and dip my blade in coka Take a sniff and see there’s nothing doper This Coke-eighty shit, they soft As baby shit, pussy as chocha They better deuce before the whole World smell the aroma listen, I want it all Charlie I’m born to ball Im the machine-gun preacher and this Is my alter call bang! Im the machine-gun preacher and this Is my alter call bang!

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