Vinyl Days

歌手: Logic DJ Premier • 专辑:Vinyl Days • 发布时间:2022-05-20
作词 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Chris Martin/Charles Bernstein
 作曲 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Chris Martin/Charles Bernstein
 Yeah-yeah, yeah
 Vinyl Days, DJ Premier
 That's my homie, that's my idol
 On the road to success but you're idle
 6ix on the beat, Rattpack, motherf!cker, let's go
 Here we go, let's get it all

 All I need is one mic, one pen, one page to ignite
 Subject matter heavy but the flow is MC Lyte
 You mad as f!ck, all you see is red like a conservative
 All the critics do is talk, I'm really not concerned with it
 Hella tired and we can make your residency permanent
 Several shots, they tyin' up your body with a tourniquet
 Let it rock, it's obvious that he don't know who turn it is
 Keep my circle tight-knit 'cause people move deceitful
 Money and greed will expose you to the root of evil
 Already proved myself, not worried 'bout who's my equal
 Far from an Anti-vaxxer but I moved the needle
 She got me wonderin' if what I do is legal
 F!ck it, I'm goin' a hunnid in this Buick Regal
 F!ck it, I'm goin' a hunnid play, I'm Beanie Sigel
 You still run that old game, like a Neo, G-O
 You lookin' for me? I'ma be in Rio
 Sunbathin' off the coast, sippin' Pinot Grigio
 Out the country so much they like, "Easy, gringo"
 Straight off the two-track, don't need a single
 Travelled abroad for my catalog
 With all this money, recording raps on my Macintosh, call it Apple sauce
 Even with the cameras off, I be spazzin', dawg
 Drum machine, analog, the North Face camouflage
 That lo-fi dusty, Panasonic with the trackin' off
Logic, DJ Premier - Vinyl Days - Vinyl Days - ****in' smoke fill the air like L.A. traffic small
 Come on, homie, listen to the voice of reason
 Yeah, you talk a lot of shit but don't want the beef like a vegan
 Was passin' through like the aux channel
 And then I fell asleep on you, shit, we call you the golf channel
 I'm barbecue grillin' these rappers in Croc sandals
 Got money to cop Lambos but I'd rather chop samples
 Many lines, many rhymes, shit, got it like Pennywise
 Shoutout Big Brother, got many eyes
 I'm like Malcolm peekin' through the mini-blinds
 F!ckin' with Logic, that's the reason that you stop breathing
 Cardiac arrest caught you at your chest
 Should've wore a vest, now you all a mess
 You know common threat, you should've wore a dress
 Polo high-tech with the navy crest
 Cut from the cloth you couldn't thread with a needle
 Bought the shit at Fred Segal, got your b!tch spread eagle
 The revolution won't be televised, they tellin' lies
 They wanna strip your soul away and lead you to a world that's dry
 That's why we in the kitchen cookin', know you smell the vibes
 And stick to your ribs shit, no frozen fries, go against the gang, get pulverized
 I'm at the crib watch-watchin' Cobra Kai, thinkin' to myself, "God damn, how old am I?"
 Rose through depression like a rose, I was destined
 Your boy reach his goals like Lee Rose with the left hand
 When life takes a toll, I suppose it's a lesson
 Question, how you woke but you slept in?
 Treddin' on your rappers like Midas for over ten years
 Without changin' tires, shit, I should probably check the mileage
 Back on my hustle, got packs in the duffle
 Push rhymes like weight, yeah, you know I'm taxin' you double
 I'm in a pocket like I'm runnin' that, run it back
 I bought your new shit, hey, run me my money back
 Fly by night, this that flight like Mike
 ESPN, better get those highlights right
 Perform better when the lights shine bright
 You lookin' like food, it might get fried like rice
 Throw on a chef apron and I turn into Gordon Ramsey
 I seen cats sell they whole soul for a Camry
 I seen your favorite artists do the most just for Grammys
 I seen a grown man lyin' just to get to panties
 I'm cookin' like grannies, the recipe is sick and we got extras in the pantry
 I'm goin' Super Saiyan, just to represent the family
 I think that's why the haters can't stand me
 I'm not the socialite type, but my vocals quite right
 I'm still spittin' raps like it's Open Mic night
 I'm still gettin' played from the hoes you might like
 I'm still gettin' paid off the flows you probably bite
 It's Logic

 Yeah-yeah-yeah
 See—, see—, see—, see—, see the bigger picture so we can profit all around
 Yeah-yeah-yeah
 This is for my real hip-hop fans
 I—, I want that real back, back when you would feel tracks, yeah
 Yeah
 See—, see—, see—, see—, see the bigger picture so we can profit all around
 Yeah-yeah-yeah
 This is for my real hip-hop fans
 I—, I want that real back, back when you would feel tracks, feel tracks
 I—, I—, I want that, I—, I want that real
 I—, I want that real back, back when you would feel tracks, feel tracks
 I—,I—, I—, I want that real, real—, real—, real—, real back
 I—, I want that real back—, back when you would feel tracks, feel tracks
 This is Logic
 This is Logic
 This is Lo—, Lo—, Lo— Logic, Logic
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