(feat. Louis Logic)



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Louis Logical super-regular recordings

Unknown on the mix

My man Makalek



[Verse 1: Louis Logic]

I'm drinkin' beer 'till I'm thinkin' weird, suddenly disturbed

With two shots down next one will be my third

I'm a runaway, flasher, upsetting' innocent by passers

Cause I refuse to put my gun away

Buyin' beer and cigarette's and for the underage

Puke in to the sound booth and dive from the stage

I've become enraged, from sticky summer days

Of working for the man underpaid

I could care less in each instance

To reach the distance

Walkin' on the path of least resistance

Cause when the beat is finished

I still continue rhyming

With the breakthrough shit like I'm divin into hymen

Logic is a sick fuck who love's to get his dick sucked by rich sluts

And wipe my nuts off on their big butts

I'm too mixed up with brothers on the slide

Flippin' you the bird with your mother in my ride

Brothers on the slide this is Louis Logic

Unknown is your host, motherfuckers better hide

Brothers on the slide this is Louis Logic

[?], motherfuckers better hide



{"Just a small example of the abstract"}

{"I hope my words come as a shock"}

{"Any way you put it sucker [?] you're getting devastated"}



[Verse 2: Apathy]

Ya'll are going down like Mary J. Blige

My vocabularies live

I spit so much my salivary needs to re-energize

Every five seconds or more

Rhymes wreckin' your mind more than poisonous alien spores

Your brain absorbs, pain through pores

Scream so loud you strain your jaw till you stain your drawers

I bang more... famous whores than Hugh Hef

I'll battle everybody until there's only one crew left

And not one more

Ya'll are feminine as pedicures

My metaphors are better than your competitors

I've got way more green acres than Eva Gabor

The MC that even player haters adore

I rock dated tours

When I drop hip hop heads raided the store

Cop four copies or more for sure

Undercover motherfucker, secret agent at your basement back door

Tryin' to kidnap your poor track for ransom

Handsome but hardcore

The James Bond in me is more Sean Connery than Roger Moore

Ap for self, rap stealth 'til I stack wealth

No need to pack gats, slap cats like black belts

I spit 'til the wax melts, (?) spin

Hackin' supercomputers until my box is trapped in

I cut factions to fractions when rappin' in action

So def I rock in close caption

So when you pass out and black out from battling'

Tap your friend on the shoulder and ask him what the fuck happened



[fading out:]

Yo what the fuck was that?

Yo yo you just got fucked up B

Apathy the Alien Tongue

Representin Connecticut

The Demigodz baby