Easy Mo Bee - Live On The Air lyrics

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Easy Mo Bee - Live On The Air lyrics

[Verse 1: Logic] Ayo, I'm living abroad like the baddest b**h you've ever seen Ain't about that hybrid sh** but I'm all about the green Making so many moves I need a dose of Dramamine For rap I'm a fiend, come and test my team I school MC's cause I'm the motherf**ing dean My cerebral cortex force, my trigger finger reflex To bust Tecs like raw s**, ain't no tellin' what's next I sling mixtapes like crack rocks Watch snow bunnies chillin' in the backdrop, discussin' how the track rocks Goddamn, I'm a miraculous man And if I wasn't Logic, I'd be his number one fan Beware I'm spittin' fire cause the world is in dire need of an MC to admire And set the bar higher So I conspire, within my mind just had a friar The rap Messiah, fresh to d**h so peep the attire Feelin' like B Rabbit when he slaughtered the Lotto Get money, f** b**hes, and respect women is the motto You say potato, I say potato You call 'em rappers but all I see is comedians My future's lookin' XXL, they sh** is medium Call me Bobby Kennedy the way I f** with Marilyn MCs approach, take notes, and then I bury them I'm out of this world, my studio's the planetarium The way I flow, this sh** is slicker than bu*ter The second I utter lyricism that leave all the rest in the gutter I thought I told ya'll I'm the best, d-d-did I stutter? I'll hit your mom in the head with a car bomb just to blow her mind like Vietnam Had a myspace account but my only friend was Tom When I eat p**y I pretend that I'm speaking in Islam Psych, It's a joke I swear that I'm not racist To be honest I'll murder you no matter what color your face is Punch you in the face if I catch you slippin' in braces You want beef? I'll choke you to d**h with your own shoelaces Psych, I swear I'm not a violent guy Once upon time I brought a Super Soaker to a drive-by Full of Kool-Aid and warm piss My buzz is growing every day and when the swarm hits Million dollar trips, s** at the Ritz So rich I'll make b**hes show Charlie Murphy their tits Blow the competition to bits, leavin' the enemy lit But I'm out cause there's women to please and money to get It's Logic