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„I can spit somethin’, yeah, check it out, uh” – L
[Verse: 'L’]
Hip-Hop I pray that you will never die, hope the game will reside
In my mind, hope the rhymes will divide; Into time and collide
Multiply into poetic masses, forget the assets, project the tasks-which
Upset the bastards, accept defeat until you master
Your very self-will, I have great health but I’m still ill
I will kill, if you don’t acknowledge my real skill
Cause my lyrics are only sick-too if I’m pissed, then my clip-rules
If it clicks; then I’ll hit you, my shit can spit too
My perception is class, yet Im locked in detention, my verses plot an injection
Until you spot my direction’, my vision, my mission, so listen to why I am spittin’
For the ghetto kids wishin’ for a better world living’
We need to stop hating, stop blaming, and stop taking
From eachother, but the mind is a cold lover, so praying
Is an old cover, we need to make change in; hear the words that im saying
Put in work then be praised-and, develop control of rage; saving
Yourself from the dead breath that influences the brain
I solute my brain to defusing lame un-amusing plain, I’m accusing fakes
Who will loose their breaks, when they refuse fate, using gains to excuse the hate
But my music states that if you follow those that will take you
In their state and they make you bring out the great you – believe in yourself and thank you
When I rap i’m in my mind-zone, lost without a time-zone, Im-on
With Coniyac; passing the ladder we climb on – to Pandora – A new lyrical dimension
Spiritual inception like a God’ creating miracle conception
My name is Logan and I spit mean, no bogus that I’m sixteen
I just focus on my scope; blow-holes through-foes enclose and split spleen; don’t diss me
I’ll hit squeeze, you’ll feel the sting through my sharp tip, I couldn’t miss bee’s
I’m about H to the O, R-S-E-S-H to the O – E gang
We thank paper that shows, skills we thankful to know
We in it and not even thinking of dough
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