🎧 LOGIC: NO PRESSURE ALBÜM ŞARKI SÖZLERİ
🎧 LOGIC: NO PRESSURE ALBÜM ŞARKI SÖZLERİ
No Pressure
Welcome
to the No Pressure program
Good
evening, this is Logic
And
very happy I am to be back in the United States and back on the network
Even
for so short a visit as this one
Back
with old friends like No I.D. who is tonight's director and
Nobody
argued the point, a lot of people asked us to do it again
So
it's gratifying to get the chance to do it again
So
it's gratifying to get the chance now (No I.D.)
Personally,
I've never met anybody who didn't like The Incredible True Story
Now
tonight, what we do have is a thriller
If
it's half as good as we think it is, you can call it a classic
Quite
possibly
A
little escapade of mine involving a couple of planets which shall be nameless
Is
responsible
Doesn't
really matter
A
story doesn't have to appeal to the heart, it can also appeal to the spine
And
with two magic words
Ayy,
no pressure
Never
graduated, but I school 'em like professor
Growing
up, the world always told me I was lesser
Growing
up, the world told me I could not address her
Gangsters
put that heat to your head like a hairdresser
If
you press a issue on they block
(Hey,
Logic, Snake here
I
hear you're planning world domination through a new form of Metal Gear
Well,
listen to me, it won't work)
This
liquor that I'm drinking got me thinking 'bout some other shit
Feeling
like I'm sinking like Titanic or some other ship
Word
to your mothership, boy, this that gutter shit
Breaking
down the weed to get high as Thomas and Kai
But
y'all ain't ready for that shit, that's more like Ultra 85
Memories
of powdered milk and roaches in my cereal
Praying
that my crew next like cotton material
Never
had a car, that's why I hate the fuckin' bus
Took
the 61 to Germantown and hear them guns bust
Call
it static, my headphones on, it's Illmatic
On
my Rosa Parks, in the back writin' like B-Rabbit
How
I carry it, murder the beat and then I'ma bury it
Producin'
tracks for the underground like Harriet
Drop
another number one and watch 'em all get mad again
Memorizing
verses like the Vatican, I'm glad again
Empty
the clip and then do that again
And
now we ridin' 'round the city on a dollar twenty-five
Boy,
you better keep your head down if you wanna stay alive
People
telling you to stay in your lane, can't even drive
Tell
you not to chase your dreams 'cause they chained to a nine-to-five
Bitch,
I'm too alive like twins in the womb, come hither, consume
All
of my memories from past and present like two identities
Logic
fallin' off is an obscenity
Top
five I better be, steadily
Doggin'
these bitches like I'm a Pedigree
Obtain
class with no degree
Fuck
a GED, EBT, and the HOC
Feeling
free, yeah, I'm feeling free
But
it cost a fee to be the boss it cost to be
Over
possessions like an apostrophe
It's
chemical warfare on the block, who got the rock?
A
tablespoon of baking soda leave you shellshocked
Leave
the pusher in a cell block and his customer in a box
The
government got my pops
The
government can't be stopped
I'm
a gladiator, this shit right here more like random thought
It's
more like
We
interrupt this transmission with a special report
Hit My Line
Okay
(Okay)
Okay
(Okay), Okay (Okay)
Okay
(Okay), Okay (Okay)
I
think it's gonna be a good day
Homie
got the nine in the glove and he don't play
Had
a lot of hard times but it's okay
101
on the 405, OJ (Okay)
I
think it's gonna be a good day
Homie
got the nine in the glove and he don't play
Had
a lot of hard times but it's okay
101
on the 405, OJ (Okay)
I'm
feelin' normal, yeah, I'm feelin' myself
Feelin'
good, yeah, I'm feelin' my health
Got
a couple plaques up on my shelf
Money
in the safe at the crib just to feel my wealth
I
think I'm gonna put it all on the line
I
think I'm really gonna do it this time
I
think I got a whole lot on my mind
Somebody
tell God right now he need to hit my line (Yeah, uh)
Now
I ain't sayin' this my "Jesus Walks"
I'm
just sayin' God, I need to talk
Too
many kids in the community outlined in chalk
Scared
of drive-bys when they should just be scared of the dark
Who's
really doin' their part?
They
say they don't want messages in rap, 'It ruins the art'
Well
here I am people, yeah, now tear me apart
So
much happenin' in the world I can't touch on every topic
I
know you hear it in my voice, make the devil stop it
Too
many people dyin' and baby mommas cryin'
It's
been a long time, God, can you hit my line?
Evil
politicians, people on Twitter bitchin'
Hashtaggin'
but in real life they never pitch in
I
came with conviction, I hope you came to listen
No
matter how much I ignore it, this message my mission
God
hit my line, this world is in critical condition
Like
a fiend that need fixin', that done battled addiction
Been
addicted to money, been addicted to fame
Addicted
to arenas and people screamin' my name
But
it's time to let go, it's time to make a change
So
can you hit my line? I know you hear this rhyme
But
come to think of it, you prolly hear this all the time
Prolly
hear this all the time
I
think it's gonna be a good day
Homie
got the nine in the glove and he don't play
Had
a lot of hard times but it's okay
101
on the 405, OJ (Okay)
I
think it's gonna be a good day
Homie
got the nine in the glove and he don't play
Had
a lot of hard times but it's okay
101
on the 405, OJ (Okay)
I'm
feelin' normal, yeah, I'm feelin' myself
Feelin'
good, yeah, I'm feelin' my health
Got
a couple plaques up on my shelf
Money
in the safe at the crib just to feel my wealth
I
think I'm gonna put it all on the line
I
think I'm really gonna do it this time
I
think I got a whole lot on my mind
Somebody
tell God right now he need to hit my line
Na,
na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, naaa
Na,
na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, naaa
Na,
na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, naaa, naaa, naaa, naaa
Na,
na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, naaa
This
album was written over the course of one week and mainly created in just four
studio sessions between Logic and No. I.D
But
perfected over the course of the year that followed
GP4
(feat.
André 3000)
[André
3000:]
Watch
Watch
Y'all
niggas overdoin' it
You
gotta slow that shit down
Take
your time, reevaluate your shit, it don't matter (Watch)
Niggas
ain't got money, ain't got time
Fuck
it, just say this shit
[André
3000 (Logic):]
You
and me
Gon'
live together in this perfect harmony (I hear 'em callin')
I
can hear 'em callin' me
We've
come a long way since H.O.C. (Watch)
You
and me
Gon'
live together in this perfect harmony (I hear 'em callin')
I
can hear 'em callin' me
We've
come a long way since H.O.C. (Watch)
[Logic:]
I
live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live
by the beat, I die by the beat, like MPC Akai
Who
I name William after 'cause I get bills from these beats
Fuck
the industry, know we keepin' it real up in these streets
Came
up in a world that's off its axis
All
that's promised, death and taxes
Don't
give a fuck who be rhyming the fastest my anxiety
Make
me spit it a mile a minute
I'm
stuck in a clinic like Flint Montgomery
Take
a step back, tell me right now, boy, just what your summary
Creeping
through fireside
Smash
the window of that fire ride
Just
to see what we can snatch from up inside
'Til
the flashin' lights come 'round that corner then we run and hide
Prayin'
to God up in Heaven eleven at night and I got no alibi
My
damn dip to Stewart Town
Best
not come 'round these parts if you new in town
Wonder
what my homies from back in the day livin' at, are doin' now
Running
with my sister Jinny, schooling me like Mr. Feeny
This
is the first time I heard a gunshot on the block
Growing
pains (Three), this the type of shit don't never stop
Here
come the cops
Shooting
up the hood like black ops
'Cause
trigger happy police tend to trigger happy people
And
some people who believe we not equal shoot up the steeple
My
God, if you exist then why do you make life so hard?
If
you exist you make the way you think is avant garde
If
you exist you got a funny way of showing it
What
happens in the afterlife?
These
people they know and shit
And
on that note, I keep it G
Like
track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.
Don't
believe me, look that shit up, I promise you'll find the key
To
that punchline, feelin' just fine
Let
the abyss of my mind, my mind consume
Snap
my fingers like Thanos and Bobby Boy bringin' the doom
'Cause
I'm 6:30, killin' shit, hands down and dirty
That
white boy can't rap, he talk good and act nerdy
I
just texted Erykah Badu
To
let her know what I'm gon' to do
Sample
"Dreamflower" by Tarika Blue
That's
cool with you?
Yeah,
that's fine baby, all gravy
Long
as you know you my baby
And
I beat yo' daddy like if he ever cheat on me
I
mean she don't own the sample but she might as well
'Cause
her and Dilla paved the way for all I got, and, well
I'ma
show my gratitude, no attitude, no auto-tune like T-Pain
Doin'
Unplugged, I'm unplugged, like Trinity
Wonder
how the people gonna remember me, goddamn
Switch
up the plan
We
all say it, we all claim it but it's no use
The
greatest rapper alive is probably stacking produce
Introduce
you to my train of thought
Snapping
on a track like the illest conductor
With
no contradiction
I
brought my heart to the table
Fact
and never fiction, fuck a fable
Ready
and willing you better believe I'm able to spit
Power
through these lines faster than fiber-optic cable, I'm gone
[André
3000 (Logic):]
You
and me
Gon'
live together in this perfect harmony (I hear 'em callin')
I
can hear 'em callin' me
We've
come a long way since H.O.C. (Watch)
You
and me
Gon'
live together in this perfect harmony (I hear 'em callin')
I
can hear 'em callin' me
We've
come a long way since H.O.C. (Watch)
Watch
From
the bottom
When
you come from the bottom, you ain't get no chances, man
I'ma
do this shit 'til the Fourth Of July, blow up straight to the sky (Watch)
Nigga
fuck it, we high
I
remember when a nigga had to ask for money
It's
been a long time since I had to do that shit (Watch)
This
shit ain't free
I
got the roof over my head and a bed, nigga, my bitch givin' me head
I'd
rather get money instead
Man,
it's Bobby Boy Records in this bitch
Y'all
niggas better write this shit down (It don't matter)
'Cause
10 years from now, we on top
And
we ain't never gon' stop
All
money in (Watch)
[Thalia:]
This
album marks the reunion of Logic and No I.D.
For
the first time in six years
Since
the inception of its predecessor
Celebration
(feat.
Silas)
[Logic:]
Ayy,
it's a celebration, bitches
Came
a long way from bus stops and washing dishes
From
rags to bitches
Stovetop
to Mastro's, man, this shit is delicious
People
denying my past like that shit is fictitious
I'm
Spike Spiegel, but I'm known to be vicious
I
get under people's skin like stitches
No
strings attached, I just let it dissolve
Give
it time and then let it resolve
It's
been a minute now, my style feeling infinite now
Used
to people pulling me down, it ain't shit to me now
Don't
let it get to me now
Threw
out my phone, they can't get to me now
Keep
it humble, but love to get big head
Bad
bitches wanna fuck me, I get money instead
I
mean what's rap without a little braggadocio?
Fuck
people telling me to rap just how I'm supposed to
Most
people wanna tell you what to do
'Cause
it's what they wanna do if they had an opportunity to
But
too scared
That's
why they live vicariously through you
Logic,
what you should do is rap like
Uh,
uh, nah, I'd rather not
That's
why I'm in a mansion and you sleeping on a cot
But
you still study everything I drop
Too
many people wanna tell you what you can and cannot
Go
to school, get a job, get married and have kids
People
gon' tell you what to do for long as you live
Break
the cycle, and shoot for the stars, Moonwalk like Michael
To
be a leader, first, you gotta be a disciple
(It's
a celebration)
For
the beat, the rhymes, the streets, the dimes (It's a celebration, y'all)
You
wanna try to eat, motherfucker, this my time (It's a celebration)
For
the beat, the rhymes, the streets, the dimes
You
wanna try to eat, motherfucker, this my time
Ayy,
it's a celebration, y'all, celebration now
Wherever
I go in the nation, they celebrating my style
It's
a celebration, y'all, celebration now (Yeah)
Wherever
I go in the nation, they celebrate the style
[Silas:]
Look
I
can't front, we was hyped up for some nosebleeds
Now
we sitting courtside, still posted in my white tee
I'm
a Golden State Warrior when I'm spittin' this
Like
KD from MD, that's monstrose, so venomous
You
know it's me, Silas never jumpin' for your bitch ass
I'm
hopping on a plane, that's first class
'Member
back in the day, we used to fast
Had
no money in the bank account
My
cousin showed me, pushing weight
Almost
stabbed at the transit in the dead of the night
These
fucking zombies, but really that's beyond me
Tryna
live my dreams from everything that I seen as a young man
So
if you see me rapping, know I got the upper hand
But
on the other hand, you see a couple rubber bands
And
now Logic really out here makin' dreams come true
Bobby
Boy Records spitting thorough
Every
time I grab the mic, I'm paintin' murals
Doing
shows in other countries, coming back with Euros
This
that type of flow that really make your girl go
[Logic:]
I'm
marvelous, I'm all of this
That's
why your girl all on my dick
I
make 'em cum, boy, you make 'em sick
My
net worth get the bank grossed out
No
I.D. up on the beat, but 6ix, he killing, no doubt
This
a revelation, memories when I drive the M5 or the bus station
I
have evolved, you's a motherfuckin' crustacean
What
more can I say? Run it back and they hit replay
Bobby
Boy Records, yeah, we celebratin' all day
(It's
a celebration)
For
the beat, the rhymes, the streets, the dimes (It's a celebration, y'all)
You
wanna try to eat, motherfucker, this my time (It's a celebration)
For
the beat, the rhymes, the streets, the dimes (It's a celebration)
You
wanna try to eat, motherfucker, this my time
Ayy,
it's a celebration, y'all, celebration now
Wherever
I go in the nation, they celebrating my style
It's
a celebration, y'all, celebration now
Wherever
I go in the nation, they celebrate the style
[Thalia:]
Logic
and his crew played chess mercilessly throughout the album's creation
Open
Mic\\Aquarius III
Okay,
settle, settle, settle, settle, ladies and gentlemen, settle down
Okay,
so, this next brother we're gonna bring up to the stage usually does not come
in on Monday nights
You're
in for a real treat, ladies and gentlemen
Give
it to Mr. Hall
Rip
out my soul from the depths of my flesh
Flesh
from my blood I caress
Right
on the page so it's fresh
I
take my time, but express
Lot
on my mind, but I guess
It's
just in my genes like a Glock 17, like a genetic scene
Kick
in the door, we blow it off the hinge
Music
my drug, tie it off, then inject the syringe
It's
in my blood, ain't no need to pretend
Therapist
tell me I don't need to defend
Therapy
tell me I don't need to explain
Just
drop the record on the needle and express my pain
Can't
wait until my son shine and together we reign
My
queen's by my side like Manhattan
Fuck
rapping, this is poetic conviction
My
rendition is not meant for your diction
Battled
addiction in the womb
A
crack baby by definition
Keys
to ignition with no permission
That
mean that I'm driven
Alive
'cause I'm living
Fuck
workin' with what you've been given
I
knew I always wanted more like The Roots in nine-five
And
I'll be sure to do more for my family than mine did
'Cause
hip-hop rhymes taught me more than my moms did
Didn't
drink 'til I was twenty-five 'cause I'm my mom's kid
All
I knew was alcoholism and prison
Only
saw domestic violence and racial division
Social
worker trying to take me away
But
I know that group home probably worse, hell nah, no way
At
least I know my odds here, I'ma be okay
Adapted
to the lifestyle, so I'ma be okay
Keep
that one just in case, yeah
I'm
just an energy
My
DNA not my identity
Finding
serenity
Become
a better man, I better be
For
the child in my baby mama stummy, never crummy
We
get big bread
Tryin'
to be the greatest, that shit been dead
I'm
trying to be the happiest that I can be instead
I'm
trying to get ahead like a fetus
Money
don't complete us, but it feed us, it can lead us to depression
Being
rich is not a blessing, fame is not a blessing
Wasn't
'til I was rich and famous, I learned that lesson
What's
the meaning of life, to live it, what I'm guessing
Live
it, live it
Living
life like this is so crazy
Hip-hop
is amazing
One
day, you're on top and the next, they want to erase 'em
Goddamn,
what I'm facing
Every
day a new frustration
People
thinking I'm complacent
People
thinking that I changed like a cashier
But
I can't let that register, get the fuck up on out of here
Buy
a brick and roll it, light it, get high as the stratosphere
I
can hear the voices in my mind when I rhyme
Give
it up, you're out of time
Never
even had a prime
Like
the Preemo never linked up with 5'9"
Bitch,
I'm back like the muscles surrounding my vertebrae
Okay,
fuck what you gotta say
I
keep it going, already know when I'm flowing
For
the listener, you're kind of like a therapist
Or
rather Cole in 2005, flowing like Canibus
That
throwback shit, yeah, that throwback shit
Fuck
what you heard, my catalog, it ain't got no wack shit
'Cause
I'm a gladiator in the Colosseum, everybody wanna be him
'Til
they feel like they can't be him, then they wanna see him lose
Wrote
this poem in navy, that's what I call singing the blues
Word
to Dot D, my family got me, no carbon copy
Life
can hit you harder than Drago
But
if I roll with the punches when it's rocky, don't ever stop me
Never
top me, never cocky, I'm never cocky
Okay,
well, maybe sometimes
Occasionally
in some rhymes
But
it's fine, in due time
I'm
the illest to ever do it, come now, Bobby Boy, cool it
An
indigenous era of the indigenous emcee
Riding
this motherfucker 'til the tank on E
What's
up?
(You-you-you-you-you)
(You-you),
yeah, uh
Yeah,
uh, yeah (Yeah)
Uh,
uh, yeah, yeah
(You-you-you-you-you-you-you)
Uh,
yeah
Uh,
yeah
(You-you-you-you-you-you-you)
Fuck
all the bullshit, dig from deep down inside
I
wrote this sitting shotgun in my favorite ride
Reflecting
on memories from my childhood
Bringing
a baby in this world, I hope my child good
All
I ever gave a fuck about was my career
But
all that shit out the window now that my son is here
Fuck
sales and streams, none of that shit entails dreams
Fuck
rap, fuck press, fuck feeling like I'm less
If
it ain't 'bout my happiness, than I could give a fuck less
I
remember window shopping
Now
I'm shopping for windows for my baby new room
Bobby
coming soon
And
that's the type of line I would've second-guessed
Putting
on my shit before
Out
of fear that they would hate 'cause they couldn't relate
'Cause
it wasn't relevant
Give
a fuck if it's evident, this right here is the evidence
I'm
like Leo in Revenant, bear with me
You
could tear me apart
But
that won't take away the fact I wrote this shit from the heart
Where
it's built from the start
Where
it's finna stay
I've
learned every day's a good day
Surrounded
by people that love me
Don't
want nothing from me but my happiness
Off
the internet, that's when I'm at my happiest
Scrolling
so much, my thumb fucked up
We
call that carpal tunnel vision
Follow
me like religion on this course of collision
Feeling
imprisoned, and this is my freedom through these lyrics
As
I repeat them and beat 'em into my conscience like Adonis
All
this lyricism straight to the dome like cocaine through the sinus
I
think I finally found my paradise, that's word to Thomas
Soul Food II
[Part
I]
Goddamn,
goddamn, conversations with people
Crazy
how one day, the legends forget that they equal
On
this Under Pressure sequel
We
not taking it back, we keepin' it pushing
People
scared of change
But
you'll find me deep in the cushion
Even
when I win, it feel like I'm losing
Listening
to beats, in the Bimmer cruisin'
I
think I got another hit, I could feel my body bruisin'
What's
the conclusion of rappin'?
My
hypothesis, I'm darker than Gotham is
Like
reading Nostradamus at 90 degrees
You
better believe
I
know how to turn a profit with ease
Die
a critical lifestyle, I'm always overseas
Hurricane
Bobby in the studio blowing trees
What's
the topic? I drop it
Fuck
around then leave them all concussed
When
I bust, no thrust, this world we livin' in is fucked
Industry
rule number four thousand and eighty one
Your
new shit ain't good as your old shit
'Til
your new shit is your old shit, son
And
then some, gotta get some
I
wear this 24 karat solid gold Rollie for my son
As
an heirloom, not for looking as dope as I rhyme
As
a representation to give your family your time
If
you're searching for love in the industry you'll be let down
They
don't love you 'til you dead and then they call you profound
No
matter how mainstream you was in the end, you still underground
That's
the truth, feeling close to the cliff, like Rick Dalton in the booth
Money
ain't the key to happiness and this the proof
Modern
day rap is like a golden era spoof
But
a few of us were searching within the second renaissance
And
I know that my debutantes
Been
keeping the legacy going
By
flowing so involuntarily seamless
Me
and my team is finally reaping
What
we been sowing like a seamstress
I
said I'm on one, I know I'm unsung
Was
livin' my life backward like Tariq on Undone
And
now they wonder how I got over son (Do you want more?)
Hell
yeah, now check the method
I
been livin' outside of pages for ages
Now
I'm back, Chocolate City, home of percussion, Maryland on my back
From
Takoma Park, all the way to Southeast DC
It
feel like forever ago, it feel like BC
Everlasting
life, kickin' rhymes in the parking lot at night
Inhale,
exhale, people hate
Oh
well, 2012
Dreamin'
I'm a freshman on XXL
2013,
on the cover XXL
Livin'
life behind these bars with no intention of postin' bail
'Cause
I prevail
But
that's a story for another time
Story
for another rhyme
And
on my darkest days, I know that the sun will shine, eventually
Greatest
lyricist to ever do it, yeah essentially
And
if we're being modest then potentially
And
if we're being humble then...
[Part
II]
Oh
shit, it's Raquel, she's a fuckin thot
Ayy,
fuck you guys, fuck you guys
Suck
my dick
Straight
on the basement mic
Ayy,
man fuck all these punchlines and shit man
I
just wanna tell a story, I just wanna have some fun
Back
in the basement type shit
Ayo,
once upon a time a couple of guys from out this world
Was
talkin' rap and hip hop with a young synthetic girl
The
year was 2115 at Babel Space Station
Was
home to the very last of the human population
The
captain name was Thomas, the infantry man was Kai
And
he's the man that discovered the Ultra85
Accompanied
by a girl inside their ear, her name was Thalia
Made
of ones and zeros, she was a program
You
could ask her any question even about the fall of man
Then
one day they discovered a planet in deep space
That
nobody before them had ever found in they database
I
mean, maybe it's the place that's meant for the human race
The
planet Paradise, Khai said that time is my God
It
be very nice, traveling through outer space
We
done had some scary nights
We
done had some scary fights
All
about that rap shit, how I like that trap shit
Thomas
flood every bap shit
I
wish God was real, I wish I could just get raptured
What
if this planet full of aliens and we get captured?
Don't
think that way my son
Everything
gon' be fine, we finna have some fun
And
if by chance we do come across an alien
I'ma
blow his ass away with this here molecular gun
Set
to kill, never stun
What,
what, we get it done
Now
the ship is enterin' the atmosphere
We
gon' take a look around and get the hell up outta here
We
gon' double check that it's habitable and livable for man
And
no matter what happens you know that we gone stick to the plan
Understood?
Understand, all good? Let's get it then
Once
they touched down nobody could hear a sound
'Til
they opened up the ship door, that rappelled to the ground
What
they found, a planet full of life
A
planet full of shit they never seen
Straight
up out a movie scene
On
some Tarantino meets Christopher Nolan, nah mean?
Walk
around the planet for hours, they was exhausted
If
it wasn't for the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The
seventh album by a musician they both revered
First
time this planet heard it, let's call it a world premiere
Thomas
thinkin' about a picture of his girl
That
he left on the Aquarius Three in his dresser
Wishin'
he could undress her
Give
it up like no lesser
Khai
thinkin' nuts like a professor
Wondering
if the oxygen on this planet fresher
Now
is it us or is the natural life on this world the aggressor?
All
the negative shit inside of his head, he need a refresher
Two
men here to save the world, no pressure
Perfect
Bitch,
I did it, I made it, I'm loved and I'm hated
I
started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated
They
say, "Drink to your accomplishments," so every night I'm faded
Feel
like every other day, me and somebody new related
You're
my sister, cousin, brother from the other side? (The other side)
Well,
I don't know who told you that (My mama)
Well,
she fucking lied
Ayy,
wake up, wake up, get your cake up
Cut
it up like it's cocaine, shake up
All
the streets with all these beats
I
body beats, I'm not discreet (Per-Per-Perfect)
This
is how I feel on the inside
All
you non-talent rappin' motherfuckers better run and hide
You
worthless, you have no purpose, fuckin' imposter
You
gots to get it through your head
You
won't ever get no handout
Fuckin'
with your ass, it'd be like throwing a band out (Per-Per-Perfect)
My
flow increased, my dough increased
You
know I leave them all deceased
I
am a fucking beast, I'm from the East
I
keep the peace, don't need a piece
But
I keep a piece, got it capiche?
That
boy gon' eat, this is a feast
Once
I release, I'm smokin' trees
I
bought my shit, I don't need no lease
So
fuck you up like Master P (Perfect)
This
shit right here a masterpiece, I'm comin' in hot like the police
Shooting
my shot like the police
All
on the block like the policemen, who gon' (stop, stop)
The
police from leaving bodies in the motherfuckin streets man? (Fire
Per-Per-Perfect)
Logic
cites Nujabes, MF Doom, RZA, and Kanye West as key inspiration behind his
production style
man i is
Knockin'
doors down, showin' cars around
I'ma
come through and show my wood pine
Knockin'—
knockin' doors down, showin' cars around
I'ma—
I'ma come through and show my wood pine, I'ma— I'ma come—
Knockin'
doors— knockin'— knockin' doors down, down
Knockin'
doors, knock— knock— knock— knock— knockin' doors down
I'ma—I'ma
come through— I'ma— I'ma come— down
I'ma
come through— I'ma— I'ma come— down (Yeah)
Paper
chasin' on occasion
West
Deer Park, that's my location
Life
and death was what we was facin'
Boy,
gotta get that motivation
Back
in the basement
Look
at my idols, I'm feelin' adjacent
Doin'
the shit that I wish I was doing, I'm feelin' impatient
Throwin'
parties and catching cases
That's
the life, but that shit basic
I've
cooked crack, I can't erase it
If
I could, would not replace it
Grew
up all alone
Had
to teach myself to tie my laces
What's
the deal?
I'ma
play the field
Rattpack,
we keep it real
Nothin'
but love for the people that paved the way
So
a brother like me, he can get it today
Antwan,
Erykah and 3K
Can't
forget those ain't here today
R.I.P.
JD and Pimp C
Payin'
respect, so don't hold it against me
Devil
he callin' me, he love to tempt me
God
exempt me, why you sent me here?
What
I think about year to year
What
I've been through these people only see through a peep hole, yeah
Not
a single one got an idea
So
I write it down on this page
Feel
like I'm 35 times my age
Look
in the mirror don't know what to say
But
I'm happy the man I is
Yeah,
yeah
I
said I'm happy the man I is
And
I'm proud of the man I've become
I'm
proud that I'm from a slum
I
never got cold, I never got numb
Except
from the winter time and then some
I
transcend and I transform
Poetic
vision in rare form
Growing
up, nobody there for him
I
promise when I have a family I'ma be there for 'em
I
love hip-hop
Hatin'
motherfucker, go kick rocks
No
matter what happen I never gon' stop
Like
Cole said if they don't know yo' dreams
Then
they can't shoot 'em down
But
I'ma let the world know
'Cause
I'm too high up to hit the ground
This
shit right here is like therapy, spit it verily
I
ain't perfect, I got problems, I got issues like People magazine
Shoot
from the hip and reload the magazine
I
wish I could just go on forever, forever, ever and ever
But
this rhyme
Ill
as it is divine
Gon'
be cut short today 'cause I'm out of studio time
Only
thought I was recording these horns and not no rhyme
What
can I say? Inspiration hits at any time
So
I guess I'll have to conclude all my thoughts another time
Another
rhyme
Another—
Ano— i— wo— a— rhyme
Anime
such as Cowboy Bebop
Trigun,
and Samurai Champloo
Were
in constant rotation
During
the making of this album
DadBod
Yeah,
yeah
Hahaha
Ayy
Chillin'
with the homies at the crib
Bumpin'
Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit
the studio with No I.D.
Make
a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On
the 101, my wife text me
Talkin'
'bout, "You gotta get home, feed your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk
up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little
Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
I'm
a dad, this my life
This
the type of shit I write
I
was hungry in the basement, now that boy, he full of life
Smoking
dope high as a kite
Only
when that babysitter at the crib, though
Take
my shorty to Nobu and dig up her rib though, ayy, yeah
(Take
my shorty to Nobu and dig up her rib though, yeah)
'Cause
back in my day it was food stamps
And
I love my wife like I am Chance
I
bet you'd rap about the shit me and him rap about
If
you had ever made it out, but you ain't never had the chance
Uh,
uh, circumstance
Uh,
uh, way of life
Uh,
uh, my decisions
Uh,
uh, made 'em right
Chillin'
with the homies at the crib
Bumpin'
Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit
the studio with No I.D.
Make
a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On
the 101, my wife text me
Talkin'
'bout, "You gotta get home, feed your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk
up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little
Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it (Ayy, ayy)
Operated
while they waited, will they love it, will they hate it?
Who
gives a fuck though
Rappers
praying they next, this shit is cutthroat
I'm
livin' on another planet
My
manic depression make me constantly wanna panic
I'm
stressing on stage, pretendin' everybody undressing
I
think I'll never learn my lesson
But
fuck it all, it doesn't matter
Ayo
I'm on a lyrical, poetic rhetoric
Lyrical
miracle, satirical shit
If
you don't like my conscious rap, you won't like my material shit
Love
him or hate him, everybody know Logic can spit
Used
to be up to date on that rap political shit
But
nowadays I'm up to my elbows
And
every single inch of my body in my baby's shit
I
could tell you more about diapers than modern rappers in cyphers
I
used to be about the B-Rabbits and Mekhi Phifers
Hit
the stage, grip the mic and murder you like a pro-lifer
But
I'm done now, I got a son now
Fuck
the rap game, I'm done now
Chillin'
with the homies at the crib
Bumpin'
Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit
the studio with No I.D.
Make
a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On
the 101, my wife text me
Talkin'
'bout, "You gotta get home, feed your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk
up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little
Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
They
say that that boy done changed
He
don't rap about his everyday life, he ain't the same
Goddamn,
I already had a hard life once
Am
I supposed to recreate it every album for you cunts? Okay
You
want to hear about my everyday
I
wake up, I wake my son up, then I feed him
And
lead him into his carseat
Drive
up the street down to Target
Don't
do hard drugs or beat my wife
But
the paparazzi still wanna start shit
I
don't answer their questions, I leave 'em in the dark, bitch
Then
I walk through the automatic doors
A
couple fans spot me but, shit, I ain't on tour
I
ain't trying to ignore her
But
I head to aisle four 'cause my drawers stank as fuck
And
I need some new drawers
Then
I spot some more fans, stan hella hardcore (Can I have a picture?)
Asking
for a pic and I say sure
Scratch
my dick and shake his hand
Shaking
uncontrollably, he tells me I'm the man
Now
I'm headed to aisle three for some Bounty paper towels
I
also grab some wet wipes to clean the shit from my bowels
A
really hot girl walks by with a fat ass
But
I'm just wondering if Hefty really holds the most trash
Forgot
my card at home, thank God I brought some cash
Then
I grab some Preparation H for the critics up my ass
Head
to aisle five for some Sgt. Smash cereal
Is
this want you wanted, everyday life material?
I'm
not a kid anymore and be sure shit's boring
Made
it out the basement, now my bank account soaring
Most
exciting part of my life is probably touring
Don't
get me wrong, I love fans in every single city
But
hotels suck and the internet is shitty
I
mean, why rap about everyday shit
When
I could murder punch lines and sound dope like this?
Chillin'
with the homies at the crib
Bumpin'
Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit
the studio with No I.D.
Make
a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On
the 101, my wife text me
Talkin'
'bout, "You gotta get home, feed your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk
up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little
Bobby better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
Hello,
no one is available to take your call
Please
leave a message after the tone
Bro,
call me back
We
couldn't get the fuckin' Super .... sample cleared again, so fuckin' annoying,
bro
But
honestly, I just say that we chop up the Toro y Moi joint
That
we were gonna put on Ultra 85
And
just like flip, fuckin' freak the shit outta that joint
I
think it could be crazy
Call
me back, I'ma chop it up on the MPC
Here
I go
5 Hooks
Five
hooks, man
Ayo,
this shit only got like five hooks on it, dawg
All
lyricism, ho
I
was like, "Yo, I'm pickin' up that pen, I'm goin' fuckin' crazy"
I
don't give a shit, dawg
Yo,
we finna, ayo, ayo, fuck Raquel though, fuck that bitch
It's
what you all been waitin' for, ain't it?
This
No Pressure shit kinda got us reacquainted
I'm
happy you could join me in this universe I painted
Such
a beautiful feeling, I really can't explain it
I
hit the stage and like a thousand bitches fainted (Nigga, you ain't shit)
Damn,
that boy, he back at it again
Droppin'
bars when I pick up the pen, so let's begin
No
I.D. my mentor, but it's time for the story's end, yeah
Ayy,
I'm tryna do shit different now (Woo)
I
love this BPM, but this a different style (Woo)
I
never been this happy before, this a different smile
Hey,
yeah, this that barbecue music
Life
is a blessing and a curse depending how you use it
Some
days I'm happy, some days I'm fucked up
Some
days I tell the voice in my head to shut the fuck up
Yeah
Motivated
by paper and pussy, always been a passion
Whippin'
that Chevrolet Impala, my speakers blasting
Hungry
like I'm fasting, who the illest? Just ask 'em
Louis
Vuitton rhyme, relevantly old-fashioned
Like
we (Like we), like we always do it this time, homie
I
go for my homie, I gots to shine, homie
All
I do is grind, homie, all I do is rhyme
I
provide for mine, homie, uh, uh, y'all know me (Yeah, yeah, y'all know me,
yeah)
I
started with just a dollar and a dream
Like
Jermaine in '09, know what I mean?
Fresh
on the scene like a first take
I
dropped my first tape then felt the earth shake
But
let's accelerate
Dropped
the second tape, 2011, and now we elevate
Def
Jam wanna sign me, it's time to celebrate
But
little did I know, I had so much further to go
Let's
take a trip down memory lane
Logic
arrived and he fucked up the game, simple and plain
Never
scared to do it different, no two albums sound the same
I
got tracks with Wu Tang and 2 Chainz, Killer Mike and Gucci Mane
Rap
shit, trap shit, you know I do it with no shame
Spit
the illest yoke or flame, always go against the grain
I
was fly before the fame, before I could afford a plane
Touch
down like Notre Dame to get as high as my strain
2014
release day, I need morphine
Def
Jam undershipped me, now the CD on the rack
RattPack
had to ask 'em to unbox it in the back
What
the fuck is that? Honestly, it sound like a fable
Fast
forward, 2020, I'm the face of the label and I am
Who
gives a fuck about the leak when you got the well?
Watch
me excel, propel, then ghost the fuck out like Dave Chappelle
You
the illest, pray tell, I'm like God before Lucifer fell, I raised hell
Had
bars when I was broke 'cause I couldn't raise bail
But
now my bars gold 'cause I'm Wall Street, broker
Money
like I sell coca, livin' La Vida Loca shit
That
ain't a line just to flex, just to let you know you next
If
you put your mind to it, you can do it
Trust
me 'cause I been through it, now get to it, ain't nothin' to it
Actually
living your life is exponentially different than just being alive
Dark Place
Yeah
Depression,
anxiety got ahold of me
'Cause
people say they want the older me
Well,
I'm thirty, this the oldest me
Behold
it's me, the piece of shit that's not good enough
Not
black enough, not hood enough
Not
rich enough, not poor enough
My
heart has poured enough
I
been beaten and battered, my confidence shattered
Been
broken and tattered
I'm
constantly second guessin' if my profession is worth it on my mental state
Writin'
this from a dark place with humility and grace
Peace,
love, and positivity was my nativity
But
now when socials are in my vicinity
I'm
not runnin' from the internet
My
god, I was at his birth, I've been a vet
Goin'
berserk like Peter down at InterTech, yo, ayy
It's
deeper than the surface, I'm searchin' for purpose
I'm
tired of searchin' for logic and Googlin' purposes to read that I'm worthless
I
remember makin' music alone, just a pen and a microphone
But
nowadays it's hard to get in the zone
Writin'
rhymes was easy before the fame
But
now I'm constantly overthinkin' every line, it's a shame
Rap
used to fill me with joy, now it's nothin' but pain
I'm
stuck in the game, tryna get back from where I came
I
write this letter for the person who's listenin'
Fed
up and tired of people dismissin' 'em, I'm with you
I
been through what you been though
No
amount of money can take away the feelin' of insecurity
Only
though maturity can we overcome
Feel
like I've been overrun, feel like it's over, I'm done
Whoever
told you success gon' make you happy? You been lied to
All
of my dreams came true but I bleed and cry too
Never
been perfect, I failed everytime I tried to
Feelin'
hated and underappreciated
Everytime
I look in the mirror, I wonder, "Why you?"
Shit,
I'd love to end this on some positive shit
Hit
you with punchlines instead of some derogative shit
But
it's okay to be sad sometimes and tired of shit, I guess
And
people say, "Well you're just out for money"
I
say, "That's none of your business"
You
see, a lot of people don't feel happy
Unless
they have another thing beyond money, which is called status
And
status, to a very large extent in our economy consists in
In
having this thing, that thing, the other thing, and having a swimming pool
A,
uh, Ferrari, uh, some kind of clothes and uh, some kind of house
And
so on, and so on, and so on
And
we think, uh, we need all that
Because
we haven't asked ourselves whether that was what we really wanted
They
all think they gotta have this, they gotta have that
And
uh, they don't really want it
If
they sat back and considered, "Do I need all that? Is this trip really
necessary?"
They
would come to the conclusion it wasn't, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
A2Z
[Part
I]
You
wanna learn your ABCs, little Bobby?
Yeah?
You wanna learn your ABCs? Yeah?
Yeah,
let's do it
Yeah,
A, I been real that's all I ever knew how to be
Fuck
what you heard, I only write what I see
Second
I deploy, I destroy 'til the tank on E
The
underdog, they wouldn't bank on me
F
'em all, I feel the beat in my heart like cholesterol, check the EKG
HNIC,
ain't nobody flyer than me
Not
a single one of you that I know conspire to be
I
hit the J and get as high as can be
Okay,
maybe not as high as can be
I'm
a businessman, I got important people to see
Mainly
No I.D. cooking up in studio D
That
underground shit, L train across town shit
This
that Nas, it's like Queensbridge, king, crown shit
Study
my lyricism whenever you and your friends meet
I
got enough M's in the bank to make ends meet
Oh
my God, get gritty, '96 P Diddy, setting fire to the city
Keep
it real, keep it true, sicker than the flu
You
can smoke government dope and not get higher than my IQ
Are
you ready? I'm calm my arms are steady
I'm
armed and ready, digging in you like a machete
Surprise,
confetti
You
going to need more than bed rest when I hit you with these 26 bullets, no
excess
I
never went to school, never went to MIT, but my imagination is out of this
world like MIB
Who
are you to me? These other rappers envy me, the MVP, born and raised in MD, get
it B
Don't
get it confused, fuck the style everyone use
Switch
up the rhythm every track, flows, I never double use
X
marks the spot, every day I give what I got
That's
why I'm on top, steady running shit and you not
You
steadily flop, every album steadily drop
Think
you can do it 'cause I do it? Come now, boy, better stop
Trying
to take me out? My advice is aim for the top
I
know I make rapping look easy, but promise it's not
[Part
II]
Bob's
Demo 2005
Take
one, yo
I
set my sh—
Nah,
on the second thought I can't play this
Come
on, play it, man
Play
that shit, man
Come
on, nigga, play that shit
Never
one to flip scripts
I'm
more raw than imaginary rubbers
Rain
in the gutter, my talented knife cutter
Always
flowing venomous, never rolling in regiments
Whipping
read to intelligence, you copy then we settle in
Possibilities
is endless, you'll never catch me pen-less
Suicidal
lyrics, controversy like stem-cell research
Ain't
no time to compromise, my rhymes immortalized
Visualize
as I vocalize, worldly lies, that we're hypnotized
Staring
into space like the Enterprise
Contemplating
on words that shall arise
Mentality
merciless, never sympathize
Yeah
Smoking
weed in gazebos, incognito
Attracting
more microphones than Magneto and that's real
Blunts
keep rolling like bitches on E pills
Heard Em Say
I
saw a kid with no smile on his face today
"Where
is my place in this bright future?" I heard him say
Heard
him s— I heard him s— I heard him say
Say
I ain't good enough, they say I ain't hood enough
Even
if I signed to Yeezy, I wouldn't be good enough (Good enough)
(Heard
him s— I heard him s— I heard him say)
Killin'
myself to make a killin'
Fuck
the bullshit, I'ma just write what I'm feelin' (Write what I'm feelin')
(Heard
him s— I heard him s— I heard him say)
I'd
rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I'm not
Give
a fuck if it's hot (Fuck if it's hot)
I
saw a kid with no smile on his face today
"Where
is my place in this bright future?" I heard him say
That
boy different, don't fuck with him
But
I'd rather stand out than stand in
Let
the story begin (Turn the mic down)
(Heard
him s— I heard him s— I heard him say)
Look
in the mirror and what I tell 'em?
Reflectin'
on my life, I'm Keanu in Parabellum (Parabellum)
(Heard
him s— I heard him s— I heard him say)
Came
a long way from where you was
Up-and-comer
with a buzz, overcame sellin' drugs
Overcame
depression, even overcame addiction
And
had the courage to say what others wouldn't with conviction
Always
in the kitchen, never mind who be bitchin' (Mind who be bitchin')
I
saw a kid with no smile on his face today
"Where
is my place in this bright future?" I heard him say
Never
mind who be bitchin'
This
is for the person in the back who always gon' listen
Fuck
a punchline, this is food for thought like the lunch line
We
all got problems, the question is, can you solve 'em?
Had
the courage to face all of 'em and resolve 'em
Shit,
I know you can 'cause I did
I
know you can 'cause I done it
No
matter what the fuck you goin' through, I'ma keep it a hunnid
I
know you can overcome it
Baby
mama trippin'? I know, I've been there
Boss
caught you slippin'? I know, I've been there
Somebody
beefin' with you? Man, that shit ain't rare
Just
keep it pushin'
I
saw a kid with no smile on his face today
"Where
is my place in this bright future?" I heard him say
I've
been battlin' with my demons
I'm
coward, that's when I see 'em
I'm
powerless, I can't beat 'em
But
deep down, I feel like I need 'em
Power
is freedom, you can lead 'em but can't feed 'em
Smilin'
on my face but I'm dyin' under the surface
What
is my purpose? I'm feelin' worthless
Tell
me what worth is
My
flaws, I happily greet 'em
Imperfections,
I love 'em
My
enemies, I defeat 'em
Man,
I know somebody gon' relate to this
To
keeping it real, it's insane, you better pray for this
'Cause
I wanted this shit all my life
'Til
I finally got it and realized there's so much more to life
Used
to dream I'd become the fuckin' man I am
Stackin'
money and readin' my son Sam I Am
Love
life, can't tell you how much a fan I am
This
is grown folk music if you did not know
Thirty
somethin', I ain't rappin' 'bout no dumb shit, ho
Keep
it real, Bobby boy ain't no kid no more
Now
keep it real, Bobby boy ain't no kid no more
Now
if you feelin' how I'm feelin', let a motherfucker know
I
saw a kid with no smile on his face today
"Where
is my place in this bright future?" I heard him say
This
concludes the No Pressure program
No
Pressure— Ultra 85, welcome to the Ultra 85 program
Amen
This
right here for anyone who ride with me
Heard
me laugh, watch me cry, did time with me
In
the game, not just on the sideline with me
I'm
a sinner, I'll admit it, but I got God with me
Been
to Hell and back twice just to feel the burn
If
your ass don't fall down then you'll never learn
I
just wanna be the best that I can be
I
just wanna be me, even if it sound naive
I
thought acceptance from others it would set me free
But
it didn't, no
Oh,
no, it never did
No
matter what I say, no matter what I give
Sometimes
people make me question if I wanna live
We
call that a dark day, such a dark day
But
I know tomorrow gon' come, it gon' come my way
And
I know in my heart it's going to be a better day, it's gon' be a better day
That's
why I came here to say
Amen
(Amen)
Amen
(Amen)
Amen
(Amen)
Amen
(Amen)
Amen
(Amen)
Amen
(Amen)
Amen
(Amen)
Amen
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We
make plans and God laughs
Feel
like the older I get the quicker time pass
Some
people live in the past, others live in a flask
Even
your picture perfect life, it could be gone in a flash
Texting
on your way to work and now your brains on the dash
We
all powerless
'Specially
people think power last
I
ain't cowardice but sometimes I wish I live behind a mask
'Cause
facing this world it's such a rigorous task
It
feel like the world wanna put me in the casket
Wish
I was stronger, wish I could just get past it
If
you feelin' how I'm feelin' when the song play, blast it
If
you feelin' how I'm feelin' when hear this is let me get an...
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This
right here for anyone who ride with me
Heard
me laugh, watch me cry did time with me
In
the game, not just on the sideline with me
I'm
a sinner, I'll admit it, but I got God with me
Came
up on Section 8 and I made it, yo, mom, look
Writin'
these raps in a Louis Vuitton rhyme book
I
never thought I'd make it out the hood and now I'm shook
I
finally made it out my hood, everybody look
I'm
across the street waving where the grass is greener
Hating
on how far I come, I don't give a damn Gina
This
a celebration with no invitation
This
the last one then I'm done permanent vacation
Only
place I felt I belonged was Babel station
Cooking
crack, cooking crack for my generation
Now
it's time to conclude the incredible true story, a transformation
Salutations
Obediently Yours
This
is Logic
I've
spoken these words before but not on the radio
To
be born free is to be born in debt
To
live in freedom without fighting slavery
To
profiteer
I
have met Southerners who expect and fear a Negro insurrection
I
see no purpose in withholding this from general discussion
There
may be those within that outcast ten percent of the American people
Who
someday will strike back at their oppressors
But
to put down that mob, a mob would riot
I'd
like to ask, please: who will put down that mob?
I'm
an overpaid producer with pleasant reasons to rejoice, and I do
In
the wholesome practicability of the profit system
But
surely, my right to having more than enough is cancelled
If
I don't use that more to help those who have less
I
owe the very profit I make to the people I make it from
If
this is radicalism, it comes automatically to most of us in show business
It
being generally agreed that any public man owes his position to the public
That's
what I mean when I say I'm your obedient servant
We
must, each day, earn what we own
A
healthy man owes to the sick all that he can do for them
An
educated man owes to the ignorant all that he can do for them
A
free man owes to the world's slaves all that he can do for them
And
what is to be done is more, much more, than good works
Christmas
baskets, bonuses and tips, and bread and circuses
There
is only one thing to be done with slaves
Free
them
If
we can't die in behalf of progress, we can live for it
Progress,
we Americans take to mean, a fuller realization of democracy
The
measure of progress, as we understand it, is the measure of equality enjoyed by
all men
We
can do something about that
The
way our fighting brothers and sisters looked at it
Some
of them dead as I speak these words
The
way they looked at it, we're lucky
And
they're right, we're lucky to be alive
But
only if our lives make life itself worth dying for
We
must be worthy of our luck or we are damned
Our
lives were spared, but this is merely the silliest of accidents
Unless
we put the gift of life to the hard employments of justice
If
we waste that gift, we won't have anywhere to hide from the indignation of
history
I
want to say this
The
morality of the auction block is out of date
There
is no room in the American century for Jim Crow
Tomorrow's
democracy discriminates against discrimination
Its
charter won't include the freedom to end freedom
Race
hate isn't human nature, race hate is the abandonment of human nature
But
this is true
There
are alibis for the phenomenal excuses, economic and social
But
the brutal fact is simply this
Where
the racist lies acceptable, there is corruption
The
race haters must be stopped, the lynchings must be stopped
The
murders must be avenged
I
come in that boy's name and in the name of all
Who,
in this land of ours, have no voice of their own
I
come with a call for action
This
is the time for it
I
call for action against the cause of riot
It
won't surprise me if I'm accused in some quarters of inciting to riot
Well,
I'm very interested in riots, I'm very interested in avoiding them
So
I call for action against the cause of riots
Law
is the best action, the most decisive
It's
in the people's power to see to it that what makes lynchings and starts wars is
dealt with
Not
by well-wishers, but by policemen, and I mean good policemen
Over
several generations
Maybe
there'll be men who can't be weaned away from the fascist vices of race hate
But
we should deny such men responsibility in public affairs
Exactly
as we deny responsibility to the wretched victims of the drug habit
There
are laws against peddling dope
There
can be laws against peddling race hate
But
every man has the right to his own opinion as an American boasts
But
race hate is not an opinion, it's a phobia
It
isn't a viewpoint, race hate is a disease
In
a people's world, the incurable racist has no rights
He
must be deprived of influence in a people's government
He
must be segregated, as he himself would segregate the colored and semitic
peoples
Anything
very big is very simple
If
there's a big race question, there's a big answer to it
And
a big answer is simple, like the word "no"
America
can write her name across this century, and so she will
If
we, the people, brown and black and red
Rise
now to the great occasion of our brotherhood
It
will take courage
It
calls for the doing of great deeds, which means the dreaming of great dreams
Giving
the world back to its inhabitants is too big a job for the merely practical
No
one of us will live to see a blameless peace
We
strive and pray and die for what will be here when we're gone
Our
children's children are the ancestors of a free people
To
the generations: the fight is worth it
And
that just about means that my time is up
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