Louis Logic - Lost Freestyle lyrics

Yo check it out Louis Logical super-regular recordings Unknown on the mix My man Makalek [Verse 1 - Louis Logic] I'm drinkin' beer 'till I'm thinkin' weird, suddenly disturbed With two shots down next one will be my third I'm a runaway, flasher, upsetting' innocent by pa**ers Cause I refuse to put my gun away Buyin' beer and cigarette's and for the underage Puke in to the sound booth and dive from the stage I've become enraged, from sticky summer days Of working for the man underpaid I could care less in each instance To reach the distance Walkin' on the path of least resistance Cause when the beat is finished I still continue rhyming With the breakthrough sh** like I'm divin into hymen Logic is a sick f** who love's to get his dick s**ed by rich s*uts And wipe my nuts off on their big bu*ts I'm too mixed up with brothers on the slide Flippin' you the bird with your mother in my ride Brothers on the slide this is Louis Logic Unknown is your host, motherf**ers better hide Brothers on the slide this is Louis Logic (?), motherf**ers better hide {"Just a small example of the abstract"} {"I hope my words come as a shock"} {"Any way you put it s**er (?) you're getting devastated"} [Verse 2 - Apathy] Ya'll are going down like Mary J. Blige My vocabularies live I spit so much my salivary needs to re-energize Every five seconds or more Rhymes wreckin' your mind more than poisonous alien spores Your brain absorbs, pain through pores Scream so loud you strain your jaw till you stain your drawers I bang more... famous who*es than Hugh Hef I'll battle everybody until there's only one crew left And not one more Ya'll are feminine as pedicures My metaphors are better than your competitors I've got way more green acres than Eva Gabor The MC that even player haters adore I rock dated tours When I drop hip hop heads raided the store Cop four copies or more for sure Undercover motherf**er, secret agent at your basement back door Tryin' to kidnap your poor track for ransom Handsome but hardcore The James Bond in me is more Sean Connery than Roger Moore Ap for self, rap stealth 'til I stack wealth No need to pack gats, slap cats like black belts I spit 'til the wax melts, (?) spin Hackin' supercomputers until my box is trapped in I cut factions to fractions when rappin' in action So def I rock in close caption So when you pa** out and black out from battling' Tap your friend on the shoulder and ask him what the f** happened [fading out] Yo what the f** was that? Yo yo you just got f**ed up B Apathy the Alien Tongue Representin Connecticut The Demigodz baby