Logic - Logic Freestyle as Psychological (2009) lyrics

[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