Dead Presidents III Logic

[Produced by C-Sick]

[Intro]
("Dead Presidents III," not to be confused with "Growing Pains III")
"Logic this," "Logic that,"
"Logic sick," "Logic wack"
Logic just don't give a fuck
RattPack

[Verse 1]
So many people think that rap is they calling, stop it, just cease
Got it, capiche? This is my house, you fuckers just lease
Waitin' on a record deal that's never coming like a priest
Black and white like a nun
These up-and-comers our sun like the break of dawn
So follow your father like an apostle
Paint pictures like a Picasso while bitches uncover my fossil
Never knowing what's gon' follow
However we never wallow in our sorrow
Just pray for tomorrow
At times my heart could be hollow
Emotions forced to be swallowed
While neighborhood cats blast off gats like the Apollo
This is just a simple reminder as my lyrics force you to ponder
Life's a bitch and I heard she'll fuck you
So I'm trying to find her
One moment she'll love you then swallow
You whole like an anaconda
The bitch is kinky, kind of so with the lift of a pinky
I'ma dominate the world like my name is Brain
Spit flame like propane
Bitches I overcame you know the name
Ink in my veins, in flames, and spew on the page
To numb the pain like Novocaine, motherfucker