Intro (to One Bar Left)

Lyrics

Yo, what up? It's Illogic on the mic, Columbus, Ohio, Weightless Recordings, Ill Poetic on the track, it's been a while since I gave you a little taste of the lyrics, ya mean? Ya'm saying? Aight, check it out, yo C'mon into the gates, homie And leave with a hole in your face the size of a dinner plate, homie I got a taste for fresh rapper, I'm sick of waiting Want it straight raw, never mind the seasoning and basting Please make it to the top or at least go gold I wanna get you while you're hot 'cause I hate when my food is cold I cast sound checks and deposit logic You roll with a bunch of rejects, my tape deck ejects, you need to stop it Too often I unmask the fake in the streets You say you're flossing, I just see you cleaning your teeth You're 'bout as fly as a maggot, faggot, you'll get stepped on I try to press on but always seem to find the traffic I'm revolutionary by any means Revolving at thirty-three and a half evolutions of the '70s Turn your ego down a notch, you're blaring arrogance And check under your hood 'cause your career's leaking relevance Bring your hardest artist, I'll bury him Six feet deep beneath an underground creek in Maryland Sorry I'm not gold fronts glistening or rims spinnin' A ghetto hymns of drug dealing so fans start listening I'm somewhere between lost my mind and insane Somewhere between Kurt Cobain and John Coltrane The game has, you won't change, I built my own name You hit the highway, I make my own lanes 'cause I'm cacophony carnivore, I kill noise for dinner You ain't hardcore, Twinkie bodied with a cream-filled center, I'm tellin' ya I'm similar to a Mac truck 'cause I flatten tracks with raps And start to beat when I lay backups, wait, back up Ill spits vicious, expect it I hand out stage presence like it's Christmas, this just in This kid's pen's a fire hazard 'cause I'm clever When I write, it's like I'm rubbing two sticks together, look I'm the kind of rhymer they hate to see So many styles a pound of clay can't shift shapes with me I'm Bus-town's finest with a timeless catalog of masterpieces And y'all can't get out your releases I rep Weightless slash Greenhouse slash amazing I'll spring forward with rap, you'll fall back like daylight savings I didn't come to play, I came to change the game And I'm sure after these forty bars, you'll remember the name, Ill