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Logic - Self Medication [feat. Seth MacFarlane, Redman & Statik Selektah] (Official Audio)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Logic
Logic
Вокал
Redman
Redman
Вокал
Seth MacFarlane
Seth MacFarlane
Вокал
Kevin Randolph
Kevin Randolph
Родес-пиано
Josh Lippi
Josh Lippi
Бас-гитара
Peter Jacobson
Peter Jacobson
Виолончель
6ix
6ix
Электрогитара
Statik Selektah
Statik Selektah
Диджей
Tom Lea
Tom Lea
Альт
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Автор песен
Reggie Noble
Reggie Noble
Автор песен
Arjun Ivatury
Arjun Ivatury
Автор песен
DARRYL BUTLER
DARRYL BUTLER
Композитор
Kyle Metcalfe
Kyle Metcalfe
Автор песен
Thomas Lea
Thomas Lea
Аранжировщик струнных инструментов
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Logic
Logic
Продюсер
Reed Seely
Reed Seely
Инженер звукозаписи
Bobby Campbell
Bobby Campbell
Миксинг-инженер
Nich "S!lky" Jones
Nich "S!lky" Jones
Инженер звукозаписи
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Мастеринг-инженер
6ix
6ix
Продюсер
Kyle Metcalfe
Kyle Metcalfe
Инженер звукозаписи

Слова

You must remember me You must remember me Let's go, ayy, now you know, now you know Yo, now you know, now you know Ayy, now you know, if you don't know, now you know Now you know, now you know, now you know, ayy Now you know, now you know Now you know, if you don't know, now you know I just copped a MPC60 from Japan As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by the gram If I don't know you, then you know I'm dappin' you up with the left hand Don't nothin' come close to samplin' ill shit Not even self-medication, no matter how good the sip Not the best weed or the things money can buy When I fly your rapid programme, feel like I can fly Smokin' dope, listenin' to endless samples on vinyl My flow primal, it ain't mixed, it ain't the final But it's still ill and it still will destroy your decoys We do this shit in real life, y'all a bunch of motherfuckin' e-boys We do this shit for MC's, the DJ's, the B-Boys that destroy the track Spent most of my days just tryna avoid the wack Put it on wax, relax, count stacks, get racks, spit facts Pop the VHS in, we ain't restin', I'm a beast The best in the East, capiche? Food for thought, this is the feast Let it flow, let it go, you ain't know, now you know You ain't know, now you know, you ain't know, now you- Flow, let it go, g-, g-, g-, g-, go You ain't know-, know-, know, now you know Know-, know-, know-, know-, know-, know-, you ain't know Know-, know-, now you know Know-, like-, now-, now you know Y-, Y-, Y-, Y-, Y-, Y-, Y-You ain't know, you ain't know Know-, know-, know-, know-, know-, know-, know-, know Ayy, y'all old news (what?), I'm the fresh prince (yeah) Beast mode on the mic' is how I X men (oh) It's cocaine, when I write from the king pen (yeah) And this syrup, your barrel gon' lean in To listen to me, I make 'em uncomfortable My family was the opposite of the Huxtables I learned how to fuck from my babysitter It's sick, but I admire the man in the mirror, oh This rap, 1-0-1, learn from it (woo) I act up, 12 steps, I vinyl chub it And you can't stop the big fish if you gut it But tryna stop me, you and your boys better cut it (hahaha) Ayy, I'm on fire, nigga, F-U You better protect your neck, with the vest too And when Logic and Redman on the show It's problems, bro, you ain't know, now you know Let it flow, let it go, g-, g-, g-, g-, go You ain't know-, know-, know, now you know Know-, know-, know-, know-, know-, know-, you ain't know Know-, know-, now you know Know-, like-, now-, now you know Y-, Y-, Y-, Y-, Y-, Y-, Y-You ain't know, you ain't know Know-, know-, know-, know-, know-, know-, know-, know And today is the only day And now is the only time We have (we have) We have (we have) We have (we have) We have (we have) Now you know, you ain't know, now you know Y-, Y-, Y-, Y-, Y-, Y-, Y-You ain't know, now you know You ain't know, now you know You ain't know, now you know Know-, know-, know-, know-, know-, know-, know-, know Damn, this campus big as fuck Ha, yeah, so are you Ayy, Charles Hall is right there Ayo, ayo, 6ix Ayy, what up? Ayy, bro, hop in, hop in, man What's good? (What up) Ayy, what up, 6ix? What's up, my hairy Indian nigga? Oh, man, fuck you, Castro, what's up, dawg? What's good, Lenny, Logic? D.C., here we come I got some jamo and an ounce, where the bitches at? Nah, where the beats at? Man, in my computer at my dorm room, like, shit, boy Ayy, let me roll the blunt though Ayy, don't fuck that shit up, you can't roll for shit Oh, shit, it's BossPlayer (ayy, fuck all y'all, I got the jet) Ayy, Boss, what's good, man? (Yo, I'm at Bohemian Caverns doin' sound check) (I just wanna make sure they have the right setlist for tonight) Bet, read it off, what you got? (All I Do, Mind of Logic, Bangin', Are You Ready, Stewie Griffin) (Young Sinatra I and II, Back and Forth, Just Another Day) (Stain in the Game, and Nothing But a Hero) Yeah, sounds perfect (Okay, bet, how far are y'all?) Uh, we're still in Maryland but we should be in D.C. in like 45 minutes (Okay, perfect, see you then) See you soon, my beautiful black-ass African nigga (Ayy, fuck you, Castro) I'm just fuckin' with you (Alright, yeah, whatever, man) (Y'all drive safe, okay?) Alright, peace out, bro
Writer(s): Robert Bryson Hall Ii, Arjun Ivatury, Reginald Noble, Kyle Metcalfe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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