[Intro] :
Yo, bare with me. We gonna try and get this joint on the first track. Aight?
[Psychological]:
Hip hop fanatic, my lyrics mathematic
I been chillin' in the attic like Anne Frank
Writing in my journal in front of the whole rank like a colonel
Whenever I'm on the track, guarantee that it's nasty
Hit ya with the steel like Ca**ey from Degra**i
Yeah, I shut ya down like panic switches
On the green mile call it the road to riches
Spit fire every time my vocal cord twitches
My high caliber grammar blow ya right out ya britches
Knocking motherf**ers out whenever my knuckle itches
Psychological but just call me Logic for short, ya mind I contort
Murder MC's for the sport, all I do is get p**y and write - I'm a dork
Flyer than projectiles than vacate the airport
MCs nowadays think it's a rap race, I'm a lyrical back brace - Rap I support
Nineteen almost twenty rappin to get the money
They see the white boy from maryland and think its funny
Till I slaughter 'em, lyrically manifested best to get rid of all 'em
Speakin in the third he the illest what they callin him
Underdog to the top dog so they wanna ball with him
Used to be a nobody now all the labels callin' him
Why? cause of what the people saw in him
Spit puzzle pieces so guess im jig sawing em
Half white half black that's where I get it jack
I k** the beat just to resurrect it back
Just to k** it again, double jeopardy Scott free
So, if you feel it f** with me