Logic & Reason - Louis Logic

Louis Logic, J.J.

Brown

Back up in this motherfucker (yo, yo)

Before you even knew

Be prepared when the clock strikes, we ignite these hot mics

To heat up the spot like bauxite

Snatchin' the spotlight from those who don’t deserve it

When you want the set wrecked, my bros is at your service

Be careful what you ask for, the chaos’ll be extreme enough

To warrant a FEMA task force

For a damage assessment, batten down the blast doors

You had your chance to study up, these here is the crash course

Down to the last straw, we take cats that were passed off as emcees

And strip their masks off, the black Isaac Asimov

My sci-fi imagination is so sick you’ll need vaccination

Causin' exasperation (Damn!) and scientists tryin' to find a cure

Failin', cause the toxin’s so pure and I’m so sure

Of the venom Randy’s droppin'

That each record comes with a vial of anti-toxin

R-Son…in your sector… Louis Logic… cocaine with words

Verified… the question is this… you wanna battle?

Jay scratch the wax… R-Son, in your sector

Louis Logic, cocaine with words… verified

Yeah, real logic and reason… like this, yo, yo

Back in part one, R-Son left you far from stardom

Now it’s bar-none, I’m tryna leave you locked up in a car trunk

With large lumps on your dome like the Epcot Center

Many a venomous snake skates once the despot enters (Here ye, here ye)

The ruler in charge, cooler than Arctic snowstorms

Louis is artistic, this is bully your squad with no horns

Clothes torn like you’re in a schoolyard grudge match

With two hard thug brats who aim to take your lunch bag

And once back on Memory Lane, you’ll get chased

By the dude in the dunce cap who never gets blamed

So save the judge act for Mills Lane, I never arraign

Though I’m more able than the man who killed Cain to spill shame

I will maim your respect, will place you in check

I will strangle your neck, and you’ll still bang my cassette

And I ain’t threatenin', that’s just how it is

You need to be more like Mrs. Markie and get the fuck out the Biz

Uh, yo yo check it out, yo

When I’m comin' down the home stretch, sudden death rules in effect

With no rep', that’s the type of fight that you can expect

Cause I’m flier than stupid insects, ya’ll bang on the ground

So if you’re still hangin' around it’s with a noose on your neck

If the prospect of lynchin' causes tension on the surface

The purpose of this word is to make you nervous

And when the paranoia sets in, it’ll make your head spin

Clairvoyantly reading your thoughts like Kreskin

And I got a plan for your dissection and a fresh blade scissor

To remove your breastplate quicker

Understand I could kill y’all with a rhyme

So you best wait, mister

I’m still strong in the mind like an ex-weight lifter

The best shape shifter can’t mimic this

The power of logic and reason combined is limitless

That’s why we left behind witnesses, to remind innocents

In our presence, the ones who survived are the penitent

Yeah, yeah yeah, so if you didn’t know, now you know

(Now y’all motherfuckers know)

Motherfuckin' Louis Logic up in this bitch

(The original Shadow Cabinet)

You’re man R-Son, aight, takin' this motherfucker over

I been tellin' y’all niggas, it’s time to take this game a little more serious

Yo, J.J.

Brown on the motherfuckin' boards

(Comin' through in your sleep, comin' through in your memory, it’s like that,

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