WMD

Lyrics

[Intro: Logic] Check, check Ooh, this shit tight All you rappers suck When it comes to top five, yeah, I hold a residency Stay with currency, killin' 'em all like Tank Dempsey When I grip the mic, I swear to God you don't wanna rhyme next I stay with stories for days like— Alright, man, I'm sippin' too much scotch right now, we gotta do it again (Uh, leave my shit talk in, though) Alright, here we go, yo, ayo [Verse: Logic] When it comes to top five, yeah, I hold a residency Stay with currency, killin' 'em all like Tank Dempsey When I grip the mic, I swear to God, no, you don't wanna rhyme nеxt I stay with stories for days like a Manhattan complex I'll lеave you lost, B, Jesus Christ, don't ever cross me Like Blue Shield, already retired, yeah, this a new field Like Inuit Dome, I'm colder than an Inuit home Outstanding in my field like a crop farmer Crazy with the tongue like the Dalai Lama Crazy with the tongue like I'm Jeffrey Dahmer Mentality of an old-timer Your bank account, that shit ain't got no comma Like an English paper that the teacher failed I stay on the track as shit derail Music is my spouse, stay with a pocket of duck mouths Me and all my homies gettin' pounds of bread, we call it croutons I got enough in the trust fund for a few sons, ayo Ayo, you softer than the epidermis of an inner thigh Take anatomy and ask the teacher why Never miss 'cause my chromosome Y Greatest rapper alive, yeah, that's how I identify Pass the weed, it's right here for all the musicians in need Hip-hop is my house, I own the motherfuckin' deed Feel like Keanu in Speed, I just can't stop This shit ain't pop, I lock it down like a b-boy You know I destroy, load the clip and watch it deploy Like WMD, the boy from MD The only one that make it look as easy as ABC The L-O-G-I-C out here with H-O-M-E-body Dynamic duo like Doc and Marty No DeLorean, the hip-hop historian The rest of them is bori-an' I'm Cory in this world that the boy meets Big fish, little pond, that's the reason don't respond When these koi speak, fuck the beef Spend your record-label advance on a chain when you should've fixed your teeth, good grief [Outro: Logic] It's peanuts Fuckin' slut