It's Logic

[Intro] Tony Touch, what? C-N-N Yo, yo [Chorus] You can lick shots in the club, I don't give a fuck who you hit! (It's Logic! As long as it's nobody that's in my clique!) Yo! You can catch a nigga at the stoplight, and snatch him out the whip! (It's Logic! As long as it's nobody that's in my clique!) Check it! If a bitch got AIDS, I don't care who she sleeps with! (It's Logic! As long as it's nobody that's in my clique!) Yo! You can even admit, you know who the gay rapper is! (It's Logic! As long as it's nobody that's in my clique!) [Verse] I'm the greatest scientifically inclined mind since Einstein I write blue ribbon rhymes for Nobel Prize time Tryna shine with the shit I invent I know I ain't perfect, but I'm 99.9% Which means I represent and get deep in thoughts With philosophies like "a rolling stone gathers no moss" At any and all costs, emcees get flipped Ripped, split and tossed with lyrical brute force Of course y'all niggas is Microsoft like DOS Fuckin' with me you'll catch a free round trip to the morgue 'Cause I ain't scared of none of y'all, word to Allah We can go to war with .44s or swashbuckle with swords Intoxicated off the La-La on some Rah-Rah I'll blow your stereo the fuck up if it ain't a Hi-Fi Lyrical scholar in the physical form of Allah Niggas'll tell you that I'm nice with the Blah-Blah-Blah!!! With the knowledge of my forefathers You niggas can't battle me because I'll quadruple my brain capacity The intellectual athlete accurately rappin' so rapidly Yet, he makes perfect sense mathematically I happily accept any rapper's offer to challenge me Fifty MCs reduced to forty-nine casualties I'll be the last man standin' With metaphors a charliehorse couldn't put a cramp in It's the Canibus gettin' busy with Tony Touch The fuck that I don't even give a fuck about don't give a fuck What?!