Logic – YSIV Freestyle Lyrics

YSIV Freestyle Lyrics by Logic.

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
They say they want the old Logic
The one that flow like a faucet
I’m still the same me
They just don’t believe it like they agnostic
If I spit over the boom bap they perceive it as nostalgic
But the truth is my subject matter is still the same
Production selection is still flame
But they love you on the come up cause you ain’t ‘tain it by fame
And you’re still their little secret
That’s the type of b——t that they frequent
From 19 to 2019, been murdering this s–t for a decade
From the boom bap to the trap let my style cascade
Listen, listen, yeah
What’s the dealy? Pass the filly
Get silly, that’s on the really
We snapping like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill
I’m talking Achilles try to play me like I ain’t me but I provided all the deets
Who you know worth $50 million and still rapping on break beats?
From Nasty Nas, Big L, Tribe, the Roots, and many more
Of course we could never forget Biggie and Young Shakur
F–k the police
No we ain’t f—–g with our pastor
I’m b—–d that master the flow to the ones before for sure
While 6ix produce hits from the soul, you already know
Visualising and realising my life is f—–g crazy
Popping like Jay-Z
Dirty dancing on the game like Swayze

I’m one of the illest and b—h, I’ve been ready to kill this, it’s so amazing
B—h I’ve been blazing, I’m talking grass
I ain’t talking grazing
Latest s–t the tape while I sip scotch
Let the haters kick rocks
My flow is tip-top, I never flip flop, why?
‘Cause my soul too strong
Did this all on my own cause waiting took too long
The flow sophisticated
All these youngins do is whine like they inebriated
I’m hated but yeah that’s how you know I made it
I’m one of the illest, I’m one of the realest
I’m ready to kill this till people feel this
Me and my team made millions but you know we still us
Yeah they wanna kill us but they all feel us
RattPack real all the time, we never phony
I’m single handedly running the game like a Sony
While the rest of these rappers is acting
Pass ’em to Tony, pass ’em to Oscar
From the new school rappers Logic’s the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob Marley
These racist m———–s hate that last line
Probably haters on the internet ain’t got nothing to bargain
Said I’d never make it, b—h, I just sold out the Garden
Sinatra

[Outro]
Young Sinatra IV, the album
September 28th
Bringing that boom bap back for the RattPack