Young Sinatra 1-4 Continuous mix

Visualizing the realism of life and actuality
Visualizing the realism of life and actuality

Various women, I'm swimming in, like a shark
Tear the pussy apart
Shawty it's on after dark
Step to the mic and now I got ya
 call me Young Sinatra
The flow is prominent,  hella dominant
On time with it when I'm rhyming it
Several labels itching to sign with it
Let's check the women I'm bringing
In with these ill synonyms
Softly killing 'em
In other words I'm Lauryn Hillin 'em
I swear to god if I could
I'd never turn the page
Living the rest of my days on stage
Fucking with bitches that never age
I'm so fly that I defy the laws of physics
I ain't think it was possible for a
Check to have this many digit's
Mathematically exquisite
Am I cocky just a smidget
If you want beef then we can supersize it
Freshman in the game
So they wanna haze me like my name Isaac
I killed the beat and dig a
Ditch just to fossilize it
To make sure none of you bammers
Try to reprise it what

Life's a bitch and then you die
That buck that bought a bottle
Could've struck the lotto
Life's a bitch and then you die
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some

I'm working a nine to five just to survive
Barely staying alive
Hard to stay focused without the drive
See I bus tables and my
Homie Castro is a waiter
I can't wait to blow and say
"I told you so haters!" living the life of a
Egotistical pistol gripper
Isn't a life for me
I'd rather grip mics and undo girls zippers
But not them ho girls, meet me after
The showgirls, but take it slow girls
Have 'em coming back for mo' girls

Visualizing the realism of life and actuality

Various managers coming up talking
'bout they got me
But really they shadier than Slim
In a pair of Versaces
I know you see me shining
And practicing and grinding
While they conform to the norm
You'll catch me designing
A different type of sound
While you was stuck inside the box
I had already been around
Inner peace and happiness I'm
Always tryna' find it
And I kinda got the feeling that
A woman is behind it
So I'm always chasing tails
The real-life Sonic
And I'm always spitting fire half black
Half demonic
Nah, I'm half black and half white
C'mon this sound it had
To come from somewhere, right?
Nah, nah, see homie race is not the issue
And if you stepping to me like
It is I'll dismiss you
The second you listen, the second I got you
I swear to god I'm
The reincarnated Young Sinatra
Visualizing the realism of life and actuality
Visualizing the realism of life and actuality

Various women I'm swimming in like a shark
Hold up, that was the first one
Let me run it back and restart
Young Sinatra ripping the beat apart
Shining like a diamond when I be rhyming
But y'all in the dark
On point like a poisonous dart
I can feel it now, the fame is comin' soon
How can sky be the limit when
There's footprints on the moon?
Now, I used to bus tables, now I bust rhymes
Spitting lines to the illest of dimes
Just to pass the time
Living like a Don, mafietic mind state
Hip-hop heads never die
We multiply then dominate
Now I been flowin' since a
Adolescent up until the present
Rehearsin' flows for various shows
Yeah, that's how I roll
Gettin' respected, never neglected
As I infect it, they detect it
When I disect it
Rip it and wreck it, now that's on the record
As the vinyl spin so slowly
Bringing verses like a Holy
Bible, my flow is tribal
Meet me in the street homie I'm liable
To get it right then and there
Motherfuckers like, "Where?" he come from?
Got music for days and then some
They were stepping confident until
I made 'em run you know it's Logic
In your vicinity murder evil entities
Better known as your enemies you feel it now
Spark the L and you be coolin'
Chillin' relaxin' to this audio satisfaction
I leave emcees missin' in action
Leave you gashin from a thousand lashes
While I'm laughing with a passion
Stand over you smiling 'til I hear
Sirens and now I'm dashing
Life's a bitch and then you die
That buck that bought the bottle
Coulda struck the lotto
Life's a bitch and then you die
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some

This second verse is dedicated to
Rappers that never made it
'Cause they gave up on their dream
In other words they hesitated to take it
But I swear I'ma make it
Better than ever before
'Cause half of y'all don't even know
See I be rolling through the streets
In a beamer bomber like Hiroshima
Hit you like Katrina 'til they like
"Damn Gina!" (Damn)
I eat MCs like fast food, hella rude
I'm the reason that your favorite
Rapper's in a bad mood
My name is Logic, I was born in 1990
Ain't no need to remind me
That when you listen you wanna rewind me
All the labels wanna sign me
For the right reasons we aim to please
Huntin' dollars and it's buck season 'Cause

Various women, I'm swimming in, like a shark
Hip-hop heads never die
We multiply then dominate
(Visualizing the realism of
Life in actuality) c'mon this sound, it had
To come from somewhere, right?
Uh, yeah

Various listeners is wishing us death
Don't give a damn
I'm reppin' Young Sinatra till my last breath
Easily my darkest confession
Is lyrical aggression
Through indiscretion that
Triggers anti-depression
When addressin' my profession
In every session
The fact that I'm alive is such a blessing
Sippin' wine while these honeys undressin'
What I'm about to say is highly confidential
And in the music industry today
Very essential so bust out your pencil
You can do it on your own
Stop thinking that these labels is the
Ones that put you on let's change the topic
Who's your favorite rapper?
I'm the top pick, ha
The flow is elegant, never irrelevant
How many times must I say this?
Cock back and spray this, never delay this
I pray this, reaches the masses
And spread like cancer on they asses
Now allow me to catch wreck
Bust rhymes like Tech
Put me in your box and I destroy the deck

(Life's a bitch and then you die)
I used to bust tables, now I bust rhymes
That buck that bought a bottle
(Life's a bitch and then you die)
I swear to God
I'm the reincarnated Young Sinatra
(Life's a bitch and then you die)
I used to bust tables, now I bust rhymes
That buck that bought a bottle
(Life's a bitch and then you die)
I swear to God
I'm the reincarnated Young Sinatra

Whipin' through Cabo in a Murcielago
Dodging paparazzi with the finest dime
I met in Chicago
The baddest Bobbysoxer that you ever seen
Reppin' my team
We real all the time, so my squad keen, bing
Dave, it's me Sinatra and my boy Dean
The way we
(Winning) I can't believe there isn't a Sheen
And pregnant women listen and they
Give birth to a fiend
I spit narcotic epidemic all up in your genes
In layman's terms
I disperse a verse you never seen
Assassinate rappers the moment
That they intervene
While you in the alley playing dice
I'm in the yacht contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by being hated
Sleeping on the brother like
They heavily sedated
Some say I'm one in a million
I say I'm one of a kind
Only cocky when I rhyme
I'm Muhammad in his prime

Yo, address the mic and start spillin'
Like I hit the vein
Back in the day they used to
Sleep on me like Tryptophan
Touchdown now the city screamin' my name
I flow gunshots and break fingers
Just to shift the pain whoever hate ‘em
I levitate 'em like David Blaine
Black Ops state of mind
Play the game like campaign
Bumpin' Santana in the finest Copacabana
In Havana with a honey by the name of Hannah
Wearing nothing but a bandanna
Pussy wetter than Louisiana
You know the deal, peace to Miilkbone
I keep it real flyer than a man of steel
Motherfucker how you feel, it's Logic

I woke up early on my born day, I’m 20
It’s a blessing
The essence of adolescence leaves my body
Now I’m fresh and my
Physical frame is celebrated
Cause I made it one quarter through life
Some Godly-like thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one
Cuss while I puffs from
My skull cause it’s pain in my brain, vein
Money maintain
Don’t go against the grain, simple and plain

Visualizin' and realizin' my life
Is fuckin' crazy poppin' like JAY-Z
Dirty Dancin' on the game like Swayze
I'm one of the illest and bitch
I've been ready to kill it, it's so amazing
Bitch, I've been blazin', I'm talkin' grass
I ain't talkin' grazing
They just hit the tape while I sip scotch
Let the haters kick rocks, my shit 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
The people, they feel us
Me and my team made millions
But you know we still us
That's why they wanna kill us
That's why they wanna kill 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 the Tony, pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers
Yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah
Like Bob Marley
These racist motherfuckers hate
That last line
Probably haters on the internet ain't
Got nothing to bargain
Said I'd never make it, bitch
I just sold out the Garden

Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why we sip scotch
Like Sinatra, screamin'
"Motherfuck the cops"

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
Then they perceive it as nostalgic
But the truth is
My subject matter has been the same
And my production selection is still flame
But they love you on the
Come up 'cause you ain't
Tainted by fame And you
Still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit
That they frequent from 19, to 2019
Been murderin' this shit for a decade
From the boom bap to the trap
I let my shit's cascade (Listen, yeah, yeah)
So what's the dealy? Pass
The Phillie, get silly, that's on the really
We snappin' like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill
I'm talkin' achilles
Try to play me like I ain't me
But I provided all the deets'
Who you know worth 50 million
Still rappin on break beats?
From Nasty Nas, Big-L, Tribe, The Roots
And many more
Of course we could never forget
Biggie and young Shakur fuck the police
No we ain't fuckin' with Al Pastor
I'm the bastard that mastered the flow
I said it once before fa' sho'
While 6ix produce the kicks from the soul
You already know
Fuck these youngins talking outta they
Ass with no class i'm here to school 'em
This that real shit, I'm never foolin'
I'm killin' these squares
We call it a massacre i got the bread
But these fuckers need the dough like a baker
The legends above me love me
Like the RZA, like Nas
Like Jay 'Cause I mastered the flow
From back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy
To Cole to Kenny
Thank you for the love and inspiration plenty
Yeah, I'm loved by many
And only hated by a little

Now I think it's time to switch to lyricism
Peep the riddle
I was born in mint condition
I'm everybody's life's mission
All right, listen
Put me 'round your neck and I might glisten
The ultimate connect
I'll get you anything you need
From good credit to good weed
I can make any woman succeed
Control you with a heart of greed
Along with anybody that's in need
I'll make 'em beg and plead
I'm in the pocket of mafia
Crime lords and presidents without me
They'll evict you from your residence
Hov wrote about me on "Dead Presidents
" never irrelevant
Not a soul on earth would love
Me if I weren't me
No matter what year I'm in, I'm current, see?
People that have me, yeah
They power's so immense
But people without me, make no sense
God damn yeah, the world revolve around me
The law evolve around me
The shit people do to get a
Piece of me astound me
Blood stains my face when drug deals go wrong
I'm given to the greatest athletes
When they go long you could put me in check
But I'm still laughing all the
Way to the bank
I'm the reason that the Titanic sank
I'm always there for you, yeah
When it comes down to the wire And some
People even tuck me away 'til they retire
I usually come around on
The first and fifteenth
If you owe me to somebody
Then they'll leave you beneath
People go crazy when they feel me
In the Middle East they drill me
If you let your guard down
Then some people'll steal me
I knew these two dudes that's always
Been homies since fifth grade
Always schemin' on the block
Selling crack to get paid
Now they never graduated
Thought that shit a charade
Only thing on they mind that
Wasn't me was get laid then one day
They had a falling out on the block
See, one thought the other one
Had been stealing his rock
'Cause he coulda sworn he had
More weight in his stock
Pulled out the Glock and his homie yelled
"Stop!" but before he had the chance
To pull the trigger
Oh shit here come the cops
They saw the gun and blew them both away
Now there's two more kids dead in the
Street all before twenty Over me
The most important thing to man: money

We just some motherfuckin' kids
We just some motherfuckin' kids

We love and miss you, Mac
For those of y'all who don't know man
Mac is the whole reason that I started
Doing this Young Sinatra shit i
Remember I loved Lord Finesse
All the shit he did with
DITC, Diggin in the Crates "Hip to the Game"
One of like one of the illest beats ever and
I remember when Mac flipped that shit for
Kool-Aid and Frozen Pizza I
Thought it was the
Dopest shit man mac showed me that
I could just do it all on my
Own me and all my boys
All my homies and if it wasn't
For him killing that beat I
Would have never got on that
Beat for my very first
Mixtape Young Broke and Infamous damn
That's like 2010 and
I titled the track "Young
Sinatra" And that was
The birth of all this shit so, thank you
I appreciate you, love you and miss you
Yeah yeah, we just some motherfuckin' kids

Nas

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