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The golden age

2013

Untouchable

feat. Logic & Kirk Knight

Yo, whose arm is this?
I guess Slim cut it off at the pharmacist
We murdering MC's then flee to where ever the Bahamas is
I blew up so that should let y'all know just who the bombest is
'Cause I could see the future like my glasses' Nostradamus's
Damn these rappers and they fillings like an orthodontist
It's probably 'cause my skin is white, come on, be more then honest
I signed a deal with Def Jam 'cause I'm the man
These fuckers sorta's and kinda's, yo, ayo
Yo, my city behind this
I know that you see that I'm murdering synonyms all up when I rhyme this
My flow is impeccable, hella unbreakable, knowing nobody else honest
So let me slow it down, yo, let me slow it down
Check it
Let me slow it down so these ignorant people hear me
Even my favorite MC's won't get near me 'cause they fear me
Revere me, no disrespect, I mean that shit sincerely
I am merely the second Renaissance to the fullest
It's all love from up above
Keep a gat in the glove just in case
Introduce you to Christ like Mase, Sike Nah
All of you know that Logic keep the peace
But my brothers keep a piece in the streets, you got it? Capisci?
See, that's a life I never wanted but I grew up in
And did a lot of dumb shit I'd never do again

The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable
The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable
The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable
Can't fuck with this style
Funk Volume, RattPack, Pro Era
Funk Volume
Fuck with this style

I said who want war? Mass killing MC's
I'm your dada, nothing less than a seed
Please recount, Mac with me
And I still got Jedi view
Pray that the force be with you all in this general bleed
Don't retaliate, when I retaliate, already won
I terrorize the skies and probably make you my son
Washed up, you towel in early
It's the same simple story but in this category you messing with me, brethren
Ain't a free spirit, hear every lyric, something that I'm trying, esoteric
Every post pivot, niggas is pretentious, I don't pretend shit
Penny for your thoughts, man, tell him where his sense is
I sense I know fear in this race my object so clear
Whatever floods your boat is probably what's set by your peers
This is the foot of my label, call me, I'm stable
Hold your horses, ain't nothing but fables
What's the fucking deal if there's no labels?
Any enemy I already decapitate them
Can't compute this picture, already just main framing
So whose head is this?
This is the one and fucking specialist ahead of the game
Like I'll stay perpetuous

The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable
The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable
The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable
Can't fuck with this style
Funk Volume, RattPack, Pro Era
Funk Volume
Fuck with this style

Hey yo, whose leg is this? I'm stretching it until it breaks
We sending messages, scraping off the complexion of your face
Pass the medicine, landed, never stranded in your state
Couple demands, but my lovely fans will never make me wait
You get the memo, the intro was some logic for your mental
Lyrically complex for the temple, you niggas simple
Taking over y'all should consider taking our instrumentals
Just to prove that y'all could rap, well, move the fuck back
We on fire, that Illuminati talk is getting tired
I mean the fact that I'm the fortune should tell you I follow what I desire
I'm the man, in the land of the sticks I do what I can
And I have king symptoms, you just don't find this with your friends
Got that living in ivy, your flow inacceptable
We coming up so we could kill everybody
We headed, you better dead before we catch you
When you be out in your Bugatti
No, no, that nigga ain't nobody, he sloppy
Lolly gagging with the band, wacky posy, you's a hoe
Pussy dry, you ain't cleaned it in months
Preaching that teen word makes the dream work from the junk, chump
The homeless man is eating rappers for lunch
A blunt to back it up, I hope that I ain't asking for much, what?

The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable
The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable
The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable
Can't fuck with this style
Funk Volume, RattPack, Pro Era
Funk Volume
Fuck with this style

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feat. Logic & Kirk Knight

Yo, whose arm is this?
I guess Slim cut it off at the pharmacist
We murdering MC's then flee to where ever the Bahamas is
I blew up so that should let y'all know just who the bombest is
'Cause I could see the future like my glasses' Nostradamus's
Damn these rappers and they fillings like an orthodontist
It's probably 'cause my skin is white, come on, be more then honest
I signed a deal with Def Jam 'cause I'm the man
These fuckers sorta's and kinda's, yo, ayo
Yo, my city behind this
I know that you see that I'm murdering synonyms all up when I rhyme this
My flow is impeccable, hella unbreakable, knowing nobody else honest
So let me slow it down, yo, let me slow it down
Check it
Let me slow it down so these ignorant people hear me
Even my favorite MC's won't get near me 'cause they fear me
Revere me, no disrespect, I mean that shit sincerely
I am merely the second Renaissance to the fullest
It's all love from up above
Keep a gat in the glove just in case
Introduce you to Christ like Mase, Sike Nah
All of you know that Logic keep the peace
But my brothers keep a piece in the streets, you got it? Capisci?
See, that's a life I never wanted but I grew up in
And did a lot of dumb shit I'd never do again

The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable
The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable
The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchable
Can't fuck with this style
Funk Volume, RattPack, Pro Era
Funk Volume
Fuck with this style

I said who want war? Mass killing MC's
I'm your dada, nothing less than a seed
Please recount, Mac with me
And I still got Jedi view
Pray that the force be with you all in this general bleed
Don't retaliate, when I retaliate, already won
I terrorize the skies and probably make you my son
Washed up, you towel in early
It's the same simple story but in this category you messing with me, brethren
Ain't a free spirit, hear every lyric, something that I'm trying, esoteric
Every post pivot, niggas is pretentious, I don't pretend shit
Penny for your thoughts, man, tell him where his sense is
I sense I know fear in this race my object so clear
Whatever floods your boat is probably what's set by your peers
This is the foot of my label, call me, I'm stable
Hold your horses, ain't nothing but fables
What's the fucking deal if there's no labels?
Any enemy I already decapitate them
Can't compute this picture, already just main framing
So whose head is this?
This is the one and fucking specialist ahead of the game
Like I'll stay perpetuous

Hey yo, whose leg is this? I'm stretching it until it breaks
We sending messages, scraping off the complexion of your face
Pass the medicine, landed, never stranded in your state
Couple demands, but my lovely fans will never make me wait
You get the memo, the intro was some logic for your mental
Lyrically complex for the temple, you niggas simple
Taking over y'all should consider taking our instrumentals
Just to prove that y'all could rap, well, move the fuck back
We on fire, that Illuminati talk is getting tired
I mean the fact that I'm the fortune should tell you I follow what I desire
I'm the man, in the land of the sticks I do what I can
And I have king symptoms, you just don't find this with your friends
Got that living in ivy, your flow inacceptable
We coming up so we could kill everybody
We headed, you better dead before we catch you
When you be out in your Bugatti
No, no, that nigga ain't nobody, he sloppy
Lolly gagging with the band, wacky posy, you's a hoe
Pussy dry, you ain't cleaned it in months
Preaching that teen word makes the dream work from the junk, chump
The homeless man is eating rappers for lunch
A blunt to back it up, I hope that I ain't asking for much, what?