| You wanna learn your ABCs, little Bobby?
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| Yeah? |
| You wanna learn your ABCs? |
| Yeah?
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| Yeah, let’s do it
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| Yeah, ayy, I been real that’s all I ever knew how to be
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| Fuck what you heard, I only write what I see
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| Second I deploy, I destroy 'til the tank on E
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| The underdog, they wouldn’t bank on me
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| F 'em all, I feel the beat in my heart like cholesterol, check the EKG
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| HNIC, ain’t nobody flyer than me
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| Not a single one of you that I know conspire to be
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| I hit the J and get as high as can be
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| Okay, maybe not as high as can be
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| I’m a businessman, I got important people to see
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| Mainly No I.D. |
| cooking up in studio D
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| That underground shit, L train across town shit
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| This that Nas, it’s like Queensbridge, king, crown shit
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| Study my lyricism whenever you and your friends meet
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| I got enough M’s in the bank to make ends meet
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| Oh my God, get gritty, '96 P Diddy, setting fire to the city
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| Keep it real, keep it true, sicker than the flu
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| You can smoke government dope and not get higher than my IQ
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| Are you ready? |
| I’m calm my arms are steady
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| I’m armed and ready, digging in you like a machete
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| Surprise, confetti
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| You going to need more than bed rest when I hit you with these 26 bullets,
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| no excess
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| I never went to school, never went to MIT, but my imagination out of this world
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| like MIB
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| Who are you to me? |
| These other rappers envy me, the MVP, born and raised in MD,
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| get it B
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| Don’t get it confused, fuck the style everyone use
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| Switch up the rhythm every track, flows, I never double use
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| X marks the spot, every day I give what I got
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| That’s why I’m on top, steady running shit and you not
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| You steadily flop, every album steadily drop
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| Think you can do it 'cause I do it? |
| Come now, boy, better stop
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| Trying to take me out? |
| My advice is aim for the top
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| I know I make rapping look easy, but I promise it’s not
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| Bob’s Demo 2005
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| Take one, yo
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| I set my sh—
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| Nah, on the second thought I can’t play this
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| Come on, play it, man
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| Play that shit, man
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| Come on, nigga, play that shit
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| Never one to flip scripts
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| I’m more raw than imaginary rubbers
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| Rain in the gutter, my talented knife cutter
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| Always flowing venomous, never rolling in regiments
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| Whipping read to intelligence, you copy then we settle in
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| Possibilities is endless, you’ll never catch me pen-less
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| Suicidal lyrics, controvers' like stem-cell research
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| Ain’t no time to compromise, my rhymes immortalized
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| Visualize as I vocalize, worldly lies, that we’re hypnotized
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| Staring into space like the Enterprise
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| Contemplating on words that shall arise
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| Mentality merciless, never sympathize
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| Yeah
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| Smoking weed in gazebos, incognito
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| Attracting more microphones than Magneto and that’s real
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| Blunts keep rolling like bitches on E pills |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A2Z, artist - Logic. Album song No Pressure, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп