Logic — Steps Back Radio Freestyle

[Verse 1: 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 [Verse 2: Mikkey Halsted] 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!