Kickstyle: accordi di
Logic
Logic

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Tonalità: A minor
Verse 1
G#m
G#m
As you can see,
I am proficient in the art of taking
Your taking is no match
for my KickStyle
En garde, come at me with
everything you have
Prepare yourself
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G#m
G#m
Hahaha, this that real hip- hop shit
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Maryland state of mind whenever
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we rhyme
Ayo, JMARS, set it the fuck off,
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homie (Vinyl Days, yeah)
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Come the applause, thank you
Verse 2
G#m
G#m
I love that you feelin'
this like withdraws
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G#m
G#m
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Aim to do more than just please,
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G#m
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more like to ease
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G#m
Painful everyday like them,
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our people been strugglin' to wait through
G#m
G#m
I'll deliver, piece on the
platter to the hateful
See me shine in they face and then
they start feelin' so grateful
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G#m
G#m
To be alive be fore it's off the table
Like Etern Assasin, like it's Cable and Kane
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So to take this shit in the vein
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G#m
or you gon' meet that fable
I got time to kill any more of you,
if you got too much pride anneal
Before I don 'em, I'll make it humble,
but darker than Satan, hol' up
Please don't think no part of this
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language is anger for you of hell
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G#m
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G#m
Probably say that I'm just poppin' off
Out the mouth I say, of course,
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as I reshape the earth like I was God
G#m
G#m
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Spit what's real,
G#m
G#m
I couldn't pass façade
Shop out my seal,
since I was a mass informant
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Inside my mother's abdomen, uh
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Grip by forces when my ass was born
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G#m
Stubborn, his ass is a song,
'til they told my shoulder
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At a psychic, guess this why
I'm outta pocket more
My birthin' doctors was bad as
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G#m
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healin' as Aquaphor
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That still ain't stop me
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G#m
Might turn your shoppers if Tory handles sorts
I swing at these beats,
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I'm eatin' sashimi that I can muscle, really
G#m
G#m
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G#m
G#m
I do humbly receive, this melody
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The 10- 11 sentence can be with my cutlery,
G#m
G#m
uh
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RattPack, shit, mother
Verse 3
G#m
G#m
fucker,
y'all know what's up (uh)
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G#m
G#m
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G#m
G#m
It's Vinyl Days, JMARS (yeah)
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G#m
G#m
Logic, Big Lenbo, the motherfuckin' veteran,
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G#m
set it off (uh, uh)
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G#m
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It's Leon
Verse 4
the
Teflon, vagabond
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Microphone madness, one step beyond
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G#m
Turn around and look at that gate
we've been on
RattPack, nigga,
now we never switch form
And I'm right back, nigga,
like I've never been gone
Fuck calm, ring the alarm
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like tennis arm
G#m
G#m
When I grab the mic,
you know I drop bombs
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G#m
G#m
Jump off stage, get baked like Fronz
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G#m
G#m
Never verse us, fucked up, trust us
Y'all see before the gusto
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G#m
G#m
Holmes dead, mics on sight
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G#m
The arsonist, apart from this
Life as you know it,
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come from the lowest
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Driven and we stow it,
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G#m
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cold- blooded, they all know it
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G#m
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G#m
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All seen it, plot Zenith, can't reach us
Verse 5
G#m
G#m
Follow me on the journey, as we embark
To the start of this book for the fame,
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came, life is smart
G#m
G#m
When the flame was a spark,
had nothin' to lose
Everything to gain when this
shit wasn't a game
So you came with your heart,
feel the pain in your veins when you talk
Never seen the light of day but we stay
with perfect game in the dark
Playin' games leave you
layin' in the chalk
Want beef,
then we bringin' it a la carte
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Nigga, wait on College Park
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G#m
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Verse 6
G#m
G#m
G#m
G#m
Bobby Boy Records, motherfucker
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G#m
G#m
RattPack all day, real all the time,
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you know what it is
G#m
G#m
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Y'all ain't ready for that College
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G#m
G#m
Park shit though (hahaha)
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G#m
G#m
We the Maryland boys, homie
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G#m
G#m
Eat a dick
Outro 1
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