Damn

[Intro] [Illogic talking] I mean it's scarin' me man. It's so frightening. Aight [Verse One] [Illogic] Think of what you're doin' before you lose you mind We beyond human, kind of rhyme mutants I'm...music personified It's in the way that I walk, tried, smooth as a trombone slide Move folks, scatter, run and hide Or loose control of your bladder when we stand eye to eye Your confidence is shattered, smashed to bits You can't be serious with that, even your moms laughed at it Your existence is an accident, a typo So in that case, a few taps of the 'backspace' and you're gone We make hot lines into hot songs You shouldn't rap unless chicken patties and lettuce are involved If your chick is Coyote Ugly I'm dancin' on your bars Our planets bare witness, the kid is Dancing With The Stars He leave you this sickness, it's passed down through generations Like sickle cell, wedding rings, photographs and recipes [Blueprint talking] Yeah yeah yeah. Me too. Yeah buddy. Right. You know how we do There's things man, all these things. Decisions...at a high level. Right [Verse Two] [Blueprint] Even though I got crates that you can't believe It's too predictable so I had to change my steez Lame MC's, thinkin' they the same as me Cause they buy their records at the same place as me When will you get it? My new method, too epic A true head can turn any tool into a weapon Pimpin' simps Why you limited to a record? You make it wack while I take it back to the futuristic I'm out there Right where you scared to go Cause your mind is where ideas is scared to grow Head to toe, respect everywhere we go Greenhouse on the down, don't need to let it go Dudes still beefin' 'bout what happened back in the days need to understand I left that back in the day Make you question everything that these rappers will say They little girls, grown men ain't actin' that way The way y'all hatin', gossip 'bout nathin' You might as well start rockin' skirts Cause the only thing worse than a bad situation is making that bad situation worse That's your life Accept the fact that you chose your path Broke, no cash, homies so mad, hopes is dashed They wonder how you ended on your ass, it's simple Cause broke people always roll in packs and I ain't fuckin' with y'all