Vinyl Days

Yeah-yeah, yeah
Vinyl Days, DJ Premier
Thats my homie, thats my idol
On the road to success but youre idle
6ix on the beat, Rattpack, motherf!cker, lets go
Here we go, lets get it all

All I need is one mic, one pen, one page to ignite
Subject matter heavy but the flow is MC Lyte
You mad as f !ck, all you see is red like a conservative
All the critics do is talk, Im really not concerned with it
Hella tired and we can make your residency permanent
Several shots, they tyin up your body with a tourniquet
Let it rock, its obvious that he dont know who turn it is
Keep my circle tight-knit cause people move deceitful
Money and greed will expose you to the root of evil
Already proved myself, not worried bout whos my equal
Far from an Anti-vaxxer but I moved the needle
She got me wonderin if what I do is legal
F!ck it, Im goin a hunnid in this Buick Regal
F!ck it, Im goin a hunnid play, Im Beanie Sigel
You still run that old game, like a Neo, G-O
You lookin for me? Ima be in Rio
Sunbathin off the coast, sippin Pinot Grigio
Out the country so much they like, 'Easy, gringo'
Straight off the two-track, dont need a single
Travelled abroad for my catalog
With all this money, recording raps on my Macintosh, call it Apple sauce
Even with the cameras off, I be spazzin, dawg
Drum machine, analog, the North Face camouflage
That lo-fi dusty, Panasonic with the trackin off
********* smoke fill the air like L.A. traffic small
Come on, homie, listen to the voice of reason
Yeah, you talk a lot of shit but dont want the beef like a vegan
Was passin through like the aux channel
And then I fell asleep on you, shit, we call you the golf channel
Im barbecue grillin these rappers in Croc sandals
Got money to cop Lambos but Id rather chop samples
Many lines, many rhymes, shit, got it like Pennywise
Shoutout Big Brother, got many eyes
Im like Malcolm peekin through the mini-blinds
F! ckin with Logic, thats the reason that you stop breathing
Cardiac arrest caught you at your chest
Shouldve wore a vest, now you all a mess
You know common threat, you shouldve wore a dress
Polo high-tech with the navy crest
Cut from the cloth you couldnt thread with a needle
Bought the shit at Fred Segal, got your b!tch spread eagle
The revolution wont be televised, they tellin lies
They wanna strip your soul away and lead you to a world thats dry
Thats why we in the kitchen cookin, know you smell the vibes
And stick to your ribs shit, no frozen fries, go against the gang, get pulverized
Im at the crib watch-watchin Cobra Kai, thinkin to myself, 'God damn, how old am I?'
Rose through depression like a rose, I was destined
Your boy reach his goals like Lee Rose with the left hand
When life takes a toll, I suppose its a lesson
Question, how you woke but you slept in?
Treddin on your rappers like Midas for over ten years
Without changin tires, shit, I should probably check the mileage
Back on my hustle, got packs in the duffle
Push rhymes like weight, yeah, you know Im taxin you double
Im in a pocket like Im runnin that, run it back
I bought your new shit, hey, run me my money back
Fly by night, this that flight like Mike
ESPN, better get those highlights right
Perform better when the lights shine bright
You lookin like food, it might get fried like rice
Throw on a chef apron and I turn into Gordon Ramsey
I seen cats sell they whole soul for a Camry
I seen your favorite artists do the most just for Grammys
I seen a grown man lyin just to get to panties
Im cookin like grannies, the recipe is sick and we got extras in the pantry
Im goin Super Saiyan, just to represent the family
I think thats why the haters cant stand me
Im not the socialite type, but my vocals quite right
Im still spittin raps like its Open Mic night
Im still gettin played from the hoes you might like
Im still gettin paid off the flows you probably bite
Its Logic

Yeah -yeah-yeah
See—, see—, see—, see—, see the bigger picture so we can profit all around
Yeah-yeah-yeah
This is for my real hip-hop fans
I—, I want that real back, back when you would feel tracks, yeah
Yeah
See—, see—, see—, see—, see the bigger picture so we can profit all around
Yeah-yeah-yeah
This is for my real hip-hop fans
I—, I want that real back, back when you would feel tracks, feel tracks
I—, I— , I want that, I—, I want that real
I—, I want that real back, back when you would feel tracks, feel tracks
I—,I—, I—, I want that real, real—, real—, real—, real back
I—, I want that real back—, back when you would feel tracks, feel tracks
This is Logic
This is Logic
This is Lo—, Lo—, Lo— Logic, Logic