Louis Logic - General Principal lyrics

[Intro: Louis] (x4) Check it out, uh [Verse 1: J-Treds] Many claim to be blazing, they ain't facing us We fireproof, saying they're dangerous and ain't Just like crying wolf, couldn't hurt a fly That's a dream, (while serving fries?) So gather steam, bring your weak flow, we'll turn the tides In our favor, then take charge in less than eight bars Them motherf**ers know the deal, and we don't play cards We only pull up, to expos, who got the best flow? No wonder when we get open's when their mouths is kept closed Zipped up, cause with us, shouldn't get mixed up Or you might become the subject of a diss cut Cause we tear cats with our illest rare rap And got love for the heads in our camp like a care package The rest spit fire, cause that's how we win We in furnaces, towering over your Bic lighter And when Treds (speaks?) English, y'all heads get extinguished (You should've known, you ain't getting no [perm/burn?]) Versus some torched (?) who, who rhymes so sick We show n***as that it's time to quit or endorse Theraflu® Cause we can't be stopped, our plans be hot Think sh**'s sweet, then get out of the candy shop [Chorus: Louis Logic & {J-Treds}] J-Treds and Louis Logic serve the hot sh**, who'll diss it? {In taste tests our flavor win praise from food critics} When we lace tape decks, you'll know exactly who did it {(It not fair?), but we got principal like a school district} [Samples] The principal, yeah Rappers, (I lose none, and make crews run?) Your academic's inadmissible Check it out [Verse 2: Louis Logic] Without the need to smoke reefer Me and J are the masters of E & J And you can't put it past us, like goalkeepers (That?) we rock a show with blown speakers And fill arenas with capacity crowds with no bleachers Even in old sneakers and the illest beer breath I leave your cipher near d**h and still appear fresh Cause the best release of the year yet is spinning right now We found we never sleep on beef like insomniacs and night owls I'll take your Pontiac and drive out Towards the edge of cliff, jimmy the gearshift and dive out I'm like a professional stunt man playing with fire Blaze your attire and give you an unconventional sun tan [? lip? crew ?] once extinguished, you might resemble Any one of a hundred n***as, when I'm distinguished Cause when shove comes down to push Most heads just beat around the bush like cunnilingus [Chorus: Louis Logic & {J-Treds}] [Samples] [Verse 3: Louis Logic {& J-Treds}] I'm a stool pigeon on tracks, I can't keep quiet I take a stand and organized rhyme fams retire Straight f** you with no romance & snatch your whole advance Heads lose their bounce like old implants {Yo, flows (?) scrap metal versus that of the tin man} {Never fly, they don't have the wingspan} {But we spread eagle, flying up to the clouds} {While most underground n***as only move dead people} Which proves Lou and Tred's lethal, I got to be fair And give warning that we're as toxic as a h**n head's needle And probably as rare as flawless diamonds It's no greater discovery short of finding who*es with hymens {Giving kids the shakes when they're listening to the tape} {But never weak, cause we're spitting prescription strength} {Careful not to OD, that stuff will do it} {Or will have you froze while we keep it moving like motor fluid} [Chorus: Louis Logic & {J-Treds}] [Samples] [Outro: Louis Logic] Yo, and it's on like that Your mic is my mic, it's on like that '99, Super Regular Recordings Louis Logical, J.J. Brown J-Treds the Rhyme Expert dropping ish Mother scratchers better recognize And that's cla** dismissed Yo, J.J., let 'em off the hook