As you see, my Jedi powers are far beyond yours (Logic) Yeah, check it, ayo Pick up the brush like Picasso, '93 Nas flow 200 on the 101, watch as the nos go (Now) Straight from the underground, that lost flow Now we get Louis V, back in the day as a kid it was Costco I stay breaded like Roscoe's Rap messiah, me and my apostles I'm 33 but by rap years I'm fuckin' fossils Still kickin', still pushin', still grindin', still goin' Already knowing that I don't know shit Walk in the room, knew my intentions 'fore I spoke it I took the record and broke it Feeling limitless, I'm feeling so focused This is all me, nobody co-wrote this And I hope this reach you when you need it Not at your wit's end, feeling depleted Keep being you, fake motherfuckers we seeing through This some rap shit, come now feel the flow in this beat I've had my ups and downs, but life ain't ever felt this steep Shallow moments in my career, but it's never been this deep Praise God that I'm alive, moment I wait 'til I see Ayo, this is emceeing, finally on yolk like Koreans Foreseeing I would blow like C4, who want more? Me and my clique tighter than belt buckles This for anybody that life beat down and felt knuckles For the Discord, pulling strings like Hendrix's ripcords (You are watching a master at work) Wooh, this shit crazy (Is this what you want?) Ayo, my kicks 3G's like an astronaut's, pass the shots You stay acting funny Need a reality check? That's that Kardashian money My flow ultra, no 85 '86 you like Reagan, no longer alive Engaging in bullshit, I want no parts Rapping in my genes, ain't no starch I can rhyme without rhyming, still make the people third month Fifth month I continue to ensue, cut you like Ginsu You don't know the shit that I been through It's hard to stay present when your past was tense The flow is immense Weed hit my chest like 450 on the bench On my MPC2000XL in the front yard I stay with vintage brakes like junk yards, always come hard Pick up the mic now En Garde Try hard, back with another attempt Don't hold me exempt Stay with bars like I was held in contempt Ain't fucking with you like a women ain't giving consent What's the gift of life without presents? Smoking an ounce plus the resin I got the throne, you got the chair Stay dropping the ball like Time Square When I'm fried I lose track of time like Phil in Futurama No time for the drama, only the comma, my money never pause Rebel with a cause, sound the applause In the cut like gause Black and white like Hitchcock, me and the blunt lip-lock I'ma kick push, you can suck a dick and then kick rocks First free mixtape in ten years It's Logic, pack master Young Sinatra, RattPack I love y'all, man, this whole shit straight from the heart Inglorious Basterd, Volume 1