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Samples/Interpolations from Logic's 'Vinyl Days' (incl. the Wu-Tang Clan, The Beastie Boys and more)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Logic
Logic
Vocals
The Game
The Game
Vocals
Tom Nehls
Tom Nehls
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Songwriter
Arjun Ivatury
Arjun Ivatury
Songwriter
Allen Toussaint
Allen Toussaint
Songwriter
Tom Nehls
Tom Nehls
Songwriter
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Logic
Logic
Producer
6ix
6ix
Producer
Kyle Metcalfe
Kyle Metcalfe
Recording Engineer
Robert Campbell
Robert Campbell
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I snatched the mic off LL's arm and strangled Canibus with it Sit with the body for seven days and just smoke cannabis with it I told Logic, logically, I shouldn't be on this with him 'Cause I'm way too disrespectful and I was just bein' honest with him The black sheep, mhm, and the GOAT, mhm Michael Jordan, mhm, Manigault, mhm Before that ship sails, I tip scales and man the boat Fish scale weigh ten whales and, um, handle dope Kyrie and the pope, mhm, poetic justice 2Pac, Maya Angelou, let us deconstruct it Take the ass shots out of hip-hop and, um, reconstruct it Give me all Slick Rick chains and Rakim's beeper buzzin' Give me the velour sweatsuit on Stillmatic and "Ether" bustin' Give me the Annie sample on "Hard Knock Life" and the deep discussions That Malcolm had with Cassius Clay, Sam Cooke, and Jim Brown I'm them now especially when the hotel lights get dimmed down in Miami Woah, shit Logic Logically, chronically, sonically (you, you, you, you, you, haha) Ayy, I could give a fuck about this rap shit, homie Logic finally out the deal, but this shit feel phony Kind of feel like I'm back in the basement again I make a masterpiece easy like I'm tracin' it in Life's a trip though Cash is dead, I took my money to the crib though Blast the feds and now I'm reloadin' the clip though Hahahaha, alright, oh my God, sippin' La Tâche, feelin' posh Flow so ill, that shit was born in a triage I got more tracks than heroin addicts When my son goes to sleep, he uses his sound machine But as a child, through my teens, all I heard was automatics That was just the lifestyle, no way you could combat it They said I couldn't, said I won't I think I'm rappin' like I don't give a fuck 'cause I don't Got a million platinum plaques and billions in streams I used to think this shit was the definition of dreams Now I understand that none of that is what it seems It won't fulfill you, but it'll fill you full up of emptiness If that's the only reason that you doin' it Well, I did it and I'm still here doin' it I guess I love it, ha Just me and my fleet, y'all, we'll defeat y'all Livin' how we livin', not at all for you Finally on my feet, y'all, been on the beach, y'all Lookin' at the sky and the stars above Just me and my fleet, y'all, we'll defeat y'all Livin' how we livin', not at all for you Finally on my feet, y'all, been on the beach, y'all Lookin' at the sky and the stars above
Writer(s): Allen Toussaint, Robert Bryson Hall Ii, Arjun Ivatury, Tommy Nehls Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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