Logic — Logic Freestyle as Psychological 2009

[Intro] : Yo, bare with me. We gonna try and get this joint on the first track. Aight? [Psychological]: Hip hop fanatic, my lyrics mathematic I been chillin' in the attic like Anne Frank Writing in my journal in front of the whole rank like a colonel Whenever I'm on the track, guarantee that it's nasty Hit ya with the steel like Cassey from Degrassi Yeah, I shut ya down like panic switches On the green mile, call it the road to riches Spit fire every time my vocal cord twitches My high-caliber grammar blow you right out ya britches Knocking motherfuckers out whenever my knuckle itches Psychological, but just call me Logic for short, ya mind I contort Murder MCs for the sport All I do is get pussy and write - I'm a dork Flyer than projectiles then vacate the airport MCs nowadays think it's a rap race I'm a lyrical back brace - rap I support Nineteen almost twenty, rappin' to get the money They see the white boy from Maryland and think it's funny 'Till I slaughter 'em, lyrically manifested, best to get rid of all 'em Speakin' in the third, he the illest, why they callin' him Underdog 'till he's top dog, they wanna ball with him Used to be a nobody, now all the labels callin' him Why? 'Cause of what the people saw in him Spit puzzle pieces so guess I'm jig-sawing 'em Half-white, half-black, that's where I get it, Jack I kill the beat, then resurrect it back Just to kill it again, double jeopardy, scot-free So, if you feel it, fuck with me