Logic ft DJ Premier – Vinyl Days

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[Intro-]Yeah-yeah, yeah

Vinyl Days, DJ Premier

That’s my ho-mie, that’s my ido-l

O-n the ro-ad to- success but yo-u’re idle

6ix o-n the beat, RattPack, mo-therfucker, let’s go-

Here we go-, let’s get it all

[Verse]All I need is o-ne mic, o-ne pen, o-ne page to- ignite

Subject matter heavy but the flo-w is MC Lyte

Yo-u mad as fuck, all yo-u see is red like a co-nservative

All the critics do- is talk, I’m really no-t co-ncerned with it

Hell is ho-t and we can make yo-ur residency permanent

Several sho-ts, they tyin’ up yo-ur bo-dy with a to-urniquet

Let it ro-ck, it’s o-bvio-us that he do-n’t kno-w who- turn it is

Keep my circle tight-knit ’cause peo-ple mo-ve deceitful

Mo-ney and greed will expo-se yo-u to- the ro-o-t o-f evil

Already pro-ved myself, no-t wo-rried ’bo-ut who-’s my equal

Far fro-m an anti-vaxxer but I mo-ved the needle

Shit go-t me wo-nderin’ if what I do- is legal

Fuck it, I’m go-in’ a hunnid in this Buick Regal

Fuck it, I’m go-in’ a hunnid playin’ Beanie Sigel

Yo-u still run that o-ld game, like a Neo- Geo-

Yo-u lo-o-kin’ fo-r me? I’ma be in Rio-

Sunbathin’ o-ff the co-ast, sippin’ Pino-t Grigio-

O-ut the co-untry so- much they like, “Easy, gringo-”

Straight o-ff the two–track, do-n’t need a single

Travelled abro-ad fo-r my catalo-g

Made all this mo-ney reco-rding raps o-n my Macinto-sh, call it Apple sauce

Even with the cameras o-ff, I be spazzin’, dawg

Drum machine, analo-g, the No-rth Face camo-uflage

That lo–fi dusty, Panaso-nic with the trackin’ o-ff

Marijuana smo-ke fill the air like L.A. traffic smo-g

Co-me o-n, ho-mie, listen to- the vo-ice o-f reaso-n

Yeah, yo-u talk a lo-t o-f shit but do-n’t want the beef like a vegan

Was passin’ thro-ugh like the aux channel

And then I fell asleep o-n yo-u, shit, we call yo-u the go-lf channel

I’m barbecue grillin’ these rappers in Cro-c sandals

Go-t mo-ney to- co-p Lambo-s but I’d rather cho-p samples

Many lines, many rhymes, shit, gutter like Pennywise

Sho-uto-ut Big Bro-ther, go-t many eyes

I’m like Malco-lm peekin’ thro-ugh the mini-blinds

Fuckin’ with Lo-gic, that’s the reaso-n that yo-u sto-p breathing

Cardiac arrest caught yo-u at yo-ur chest

Sho-uld’ve wo-re a vest, no-w yo-u all a mess

Yo-u no- kind o-f threat, yo-u sho-uld’ve wo-re a dress

Po-lo- high-tech with the navy crest

Cut fro-m the clo-th yo-u co-uldn’t thread with a needle

Bo-ught the shit at Fred Segal, go-t yo-ur bitch spread eagle

The revo-lutio-n wo-n’t be televised, they tellin’ lies

They wanna strip yo-ur so-ul away and lead yo-u to- a wo-rld that’s dry

That’s why we in the kitchen co-o-kin’, kno-w yo-u smell the vibes

And stick to- yo-ur ribs shit, no- fro-zen fries, go- against the gang, get pulverized

I’m at the crib watch-watchin’ Co-bra Kai, thinkin’ to- myself, “Go-d damn, ho-w o-ld am I?”

Ro-se thro-ugh depressio-n like a ro-se, I was destined

Yo-ur bo-y reach his go-als like D-Ro-se with the left hand

When life takes a to-ll, I suppo-se it’s a lesso-n

Questio-n, ho-w yo-u wo-ke but yo-u slept in?

Treadin’ o-n yo-ur rappers like Midas fo-r o-ver ten years

Witho-ut changin’ tires, shit, I sho-uld pro-bably check the mileage

Back o-n my hustle, go-t packs in the duffle

Push rhymes like weight, yeah, yo-u kno-w I’m taxin’ yo-u do-uble

I’m in the po-cket like a running back, run it back

I bo-ught yo-ur new shit, hey, run me my mo-ney back

Fly by night, this that flight like Mike

ESPN better get tho-se highlights right

Perfo-rm better when the lights shine bright

Yo-u lo-o-kin’ like fo-o-d, it might get fried like rice

Thro-w o-n a chef apro-n and I turn into- Go-rdo-n Ramsay

I seen cats sell they who-le so-ul fo-r a Camry

I seen yo-ur favo-rite artists do- the mo-st just fo-r Grammys

I seen a gro-wn man lyin’ just to- get to- panties

I’m co-o-kin’ like grannies, the recipe is sick and we go-t extras in the pantry

I’m go-in’ Super Saiyan, just to- represent the family

I think that’s why the haters can’t stand me

I’m no-t the so-cialite type, but my vo-cals quite right

I’m still spittin’ raps like it’s O-pen Mic night

I’m still gettin’ played fro-m the ho-es yo-u might like

I’m still gettin’ paid o-ff the flo-ws yo-u pro-bably bite

It’s Lo-gic

[O-utro-]Yeah-yeah-yeahSee—, see—, see—, see—, see the bigger picture so- we can pro-fit all aro-und

Yeah-yeah-yeah

This is fo-r my real hip-ho-p fans

I—, I want that real back, back when yo-u wo-uld feel tracks, yeah

Yeah

See—, see—, see—, see—, see the bigger picture so- we can pro-fit all aro-und

Yeah-yeah-yeah

This is fo-r my real hip-ho-p fans

I—, I want that real back, back when yo-u wo-uld feel tracks, feel tracks

I—, I—, I want that, I—, I want that real

I—, I want that real back, back when yo-u wo-uld feel tracks, feel tracks

I—,I—, I—, I want that real, real—, real—, real—, real back

I—, I want that real back—, back when yo-u wo-uld feel tracks, feel tracks

This is Lo-gic

This is Lo-gic

This is Lo-—, Lo-—, Lo-— Lo-gic, Lo-gic

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