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Vinyl Days (feat. DJ Premier)

アーティスト:Logic  アルバム:Vinyl Days  作詞:Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Chris Martin/Charles Bernstein  作曲:Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Chris Martin/Charles Bernstein  発売年:2022 

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You get here Vinyl Days DJ Premier That's my homie, that's my idol On the road to success but you're idle 6ix on the beat, Rattpack, motherfucker, let's go Here we go, let's get it all All I need is one mic, one pen, one page to ignite Subject matter heavy but the flow is MC Lyte You mad as fuck, all you see is red like a conservative All the critics do is talk, I'm really not concerned with it Hella tired and we can make your residency permanent Several shots, they tyin' up your body with a tourniquet Let 'em rock, it's obvious that he don't know who turn it is Keep my circle tight-knit 'cause people move deceitful Money and greed will expose you to the root of evil Already proved myself, not worried 'bout who's my equal Far from an Anti vaxxer but I moved the needle She got me wonderin' if what I do is legal Fuck it, I'm goin' a hunnid in this Buick Regal Fuck it, I'm goin' a hunnid play, I'm Beanie Sigel You still run that old game, like a Neo, G-O You lookin' for me? I'ma be in Rio Sunbathin' off the coast, sippin' Pinot Grigio Out the country so much they like, "Easy gringo" Straight off the two-track, don't need a single Travelled abroad for my catalog With all this money, recording raps on my Macintosh, call it Apple sauce Even with the cameras off, I be spazzin', dawg Drum machine, analog, the North Face camouflage That lo-fi dusty, Panasonic with the trackin' off Marijuana smoke fill the air like L.A. traffic smog Come on, homie, listen to the voice of reason Yeah, you talk a lot of shit but don't want the beef like a vegan Was passin' through like the aux channel And then I fell asleep on you, shit, we call you the golf channel I'm barbecue grillin' these rappers in Croc sandals Got money to cop Lambos but I'd rather chop samples Many lines, many rhymes, shit, got it like Pennywise Shoutout Big Brother, got many eyes I'm like Malcolm peekin' through the mini-blinds Fuckin' with Logic, that's the reason that you stop breathing Cardiac arrest caught you at your chest Should've wore a vest, now you all a mess You know common threat, you should've worn a dress Polo high-tech with the navy crest Cut from the cloth you couldn't thread with a needle Bought the shit at Fred Segal, got your bitch spread eagle The revolution won't be televised, they tellin' lies They wanna strip your soul away


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