(feat. Celph Titled)



[Intro: Celph Titled, Louis Logic]

Uhh...what...yo..

My man Louis Logic, up in the Chrome Depot once again, baby

D-Minor on the motherfucking beat

Yo Lou, who you talking to?

To all the sexy women (You're so beautiful)

Dressed in linen (So cute to Lou)

Yeah...have a candlelight dinner with you

And a nice bottle of Mo before you drop to the flo', ho



[Verse 1]

I look at beef like a chick with crooked teeth: turn the cold shoulder

Down a Brooklyn street, whenever stoned sober

But when I'm drunk, I look deceased, show's over

A boatload of licks 'till I'm sick, and rolled over

Laying in my own piss on an old sofa

In strips of a police line that I dove over

Chicks in dip Range Rovers following me

The MC who wiped his ass with his college degree

Who's the biggest lush? Probably me

Who swigs enough to spit the sickest stuff

After chugging a bottle or three?

It's making sense Logic-ally

If heads don't take offense to what you spit to me

You're not an MC

I deal in reality, selling your hope

Developing quotes for folks to make a pelican choke

You fucking big-mouths have never been dope on one track

Has-beens, forget all your hopes for comeback



[Chorus: Louis Logic (Celph Titled)]

I'm classy in a Caddy or in an Impala

Even riding on an old ??? women will holla

Broke niggaz want me to lend them a dollar

I tell them, "Thanks, but no thanks"

('Cause he's a gentleman and a scholar)



[Verse 2]

If you ask me what hip-hop means, I'd have to say

Spitting one ob-scene rap a day to blashphemer pop queens

Stage diving drunk into a mob scene

To fight a punk and when the cops come driving up

Scream in the mic, "It's not me!"

I'm like a virus that gets in your ass, still infectious

A mad scientist in the lab when I'm spilling measures

You get the type of smackdown a credit card fraud villain catches

When he's tracked down by bill collectors

Filthy lectures with the illest textures, outbreak

Your next course of action I'd suggest, about face

All kidding aside, my records outweigh most

The last man who came close didn't survive

Shit, isn't it fly how your sister replied

To assist me in the kitchen 'till the dishes are dry?

You got a nice family, except for your deadbeat daddy

Tell him to do his chores first, or he'll never get the Caddy



(Chorus)



[Verse 3]

Venemous nemesis who sits in a bar

Sipping a jar of Russian vodka from an infamous czar

It's one of the gifts that a star has at his disposal

Whipping my car after I drank it into an accident, totalled