Logic - Prime lyrics

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Logic - Prime lyrics

[Verse 1] (Hey) The mental state of a lyricist in his prime Spit divine, thought from the mind Poetic rhetoric that rhyme We punch lines that leave you conflicted, and hit rewind Every time I spit an ill line the worlds mine f** a Matana Quit it the second Im out the vagina Won't even call her mañana, Sike Lyrical Unibomber Ima allergic to drama Mentality of a felon Rebelling elevate While you repellin' Only hate because I'm sellin' Who you tellin'? See I was on that raw sh** While you was on that naw sh** The people "they gonna toss it" When that all they endorse it I just waited for my time to shine, I never forced it Strategically planned it like Peyton Mannin' way before sh** was even real [Chorus] [Verse 2] I remember nights as a child with my momma, hungry But my hunger for this music is on another level This sh** will truly have you contemplatin' deals with the devil But homie I'm a king not a pawn I never settle Cause the strength within my mind Is so fine I can bend metal [Chorus] Yeah, In high school I wasn't worried about them A's and B's I was trying to make the flow unk**able to obtain these Gs Murder syllables, yes I aim to please, so much ice they call me Mr. Freeze, Sike All up under your girls skirt as if I was the breeze Flow celsius I surpa** degrees Homie, please And now I'm feelin' like I'm number 1 Cause nobody made it in the game out of where I'm coming from Can you feel me? Me and my team devised a scheme to get the cream Followin' dreams, livin' our lives like movie scenes Started as a teen, sippin' liquor, smoking' green For music I was a fiend, my homies know what I mean Ha, Lethal projectiles aimed at reptiles Best get your money in order fore' you get checked now [Chorus] [Verse 3] (Yeah)The beats my b**h, the mic's my mistress Fiance flowin' I engage, don't miss this now Hop on the track, you know I k** it to d**h f**in' with Logic, it's inevitable that I will result in your imminent d**h Now hit rewind and take a breath, homie ain't nothin' left I'm Gregory House and this game is testin' my patients Been on the low like freemasons Livin' amazing, if your sh** is hot my sh** is cajun Divine white wine flowin', yes you know its aging You got sixteens? Ha, I got mathematical equations [Chorus]