Soul Food II

Logic

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    Goddamn, goddamn, conversations with people
    Crazy how one day, the legends forget that they equal
    On this Under Pressure sequel
    We not taking it back, we keepin' it pushing
    People scared of change
    But you'll find me deep in the cushion
    Even when I win, it feel like I'm losing

    Listening to beats, in the Bimmer cruisin'
    I think I got another hit, I could feel my body bruisin'
    What's the conclusion of rappin'?
    My hypothesis, I'm darker than Gotham is
    Like reading Nostradamus at 90 degrees
    You better believe
    I know how to turn a profit with ease

    Diacritical lifestyle, I'm always overseas
    Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowing trees
    What's the topic? I drop it
    Fuck around then leave them all concussed
    When I bust, no thrust, this world we livin' in is fucked
    Industry rule number four thousand and eighty one
    Your new shit ain't good as your old shit
    'Til your new shit is your old shit, son

    And then some, gotta get some
    I wear this 24 karat solid gold Rollie for my son
    As an heirloom, not for looking dope as I rhyme
    As a representation to give your family your time
    If you're searching for love in the industry you'll be let down
    They don't love you 'til you dead and then they call you profound

    No matter how mainstream you was in the end, you still underground
    That's the truth, feeling close to the cliff, like Rick Dalton in the booth
    Money ain't the key to happiness and this the proof
    Modern day rap is like a golden era spoof
    But a few of us were searching within the second renaissance
    And I know that my debutantes
    Been keeping the legacy going
    By flowing so involuntarily seamless
    Me and my team is finally reaping

    What we been sowing like a seamstress
    I said I'm on one, I know I'm unsung
    Was livin' my life backward like Tariq on Undun
    And now they wonder how I got over son (Do you want more?)
    Hell yeah, now check the method
    I been livin' outside of pages for ages
    Now I'm back, Chocolate City, home of percussion, Maryland on my back
    From Takoma Park, all the way to Southeast DC
    It feel like forever ago, it feel like BC

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    Everlasting life, kickin' rhymes in the parking lot at night
    Inhale, exhale, people hate
    Oh well, 2012
    Dreamin' I'm a freshman on XXL
    2013, on the cover XXL
    Livin' life behind these bars with no intention of postin' bail
    'Cause I prevail

    But that's a story for another time
    Story for another rhyme
    And on my darkest days, I know that the Sun will shine, eventually
    Greatest lyricist to ever do it, yeah essentially
    And if we're being modest then potentially
    And if we're being humble then

    Oh shit, it's Raquel, she's a fuckin thot
    Ayy, fuck you guys, fuck you guys
    Suck my dick
    Straight on the basement mic
    Ayy, man fuck all these punchlines and shit man
    I just wanna tell a story, I just wanna have some fun
    Back in the basement type shit

    Ayo, once upon a time a couple of guys from out this world
    Was talkin' rap and hip hop with a young synthetic girl
    The year was 2115 at Babel Space Station
    Was home to the very last of the human population
    The captain name was Thomas, the infantry man was Kai
    And he's the man that discovered the Ultra 85

    Accompanied by a girl inside their ear, her name was Thalia
    Made of ones and zeros, she was a program
    You could ask her any question even about the fall of man
    Then one day they discovered a planet in deep space
    That nobody before them had ever found in they database
    I mean, maybe it's the place that's meant for the human race

    The planet Paradise, Kai said that time is my God
    It be very nice, traveling through outer space
    We done had some scary nights
    We done had some scary fights
    All about that rap shit, Kai like that trap shit
    Thomas love that boom bap shit
    I wish God was real, I wish I could just get raptured
    What if this planet full of aliens and we get captured?
    Don't think that way my son

    Everything gon' be fine, we finna have some fun
    And if by chance we do come across an alien
    I'ma blow his ass away with this here molecular gun
    Set to kill, never stun
    Wagwan, we get it done
    Now the ship is enterin' the atmosphere (Ten, nine)
    We gon' take a look around and get the hell up outta here (Eight, seven)
    We gon' double check that it's habitable and livable for man (Six, five)
    And no matter what happens you know we gon' stick to the plan (Four, three)
    Understood? Understand, all good? Let's get it then (Two, one)

    Once they touched down nobody could hear a sound
    'Til they opened up the ship door, that rappelled to the ground
    What they found, a planet full of life
    A planet full of shit they never seen
    Straight up out a movie scene
    On some Tarantino meets Christopher Nolan, nah mean?
    Walk around the planet for hours, they was exhausted
    If it wasn't for the music in they ears, they would have lost it

    The seventh album by a musician they both revered
    First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world premiere
    Thomas thinkin' about a picture of his girl
    That he left on the Aquarius Three in his dresser
    Wishin' he could undress her
    Give her the pipe, no lesser
    Kai thinkin' nuts like a professor
    Wondering if the oxygen on this planet fresher
    Now is it us or is the natural life on this world the aggressor?
    All the negative shit inside of his head, he need a refresher
    Two men here to save the world, no pressure

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