Planetory Destruction

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Sir Robert Bryson Hall II (born January 22, 1990), known professionally as Logic, is an American rapper, singer, songwriter, and record producer. He has released eight studio albums and received two Grammy Award nominations. Logic began his music career in 2010, releasing his debut mixtape Young, Broke & Infamous; he gained popularity with his Young Sinatra mixtape series, with the response to its third iteration, Young Sinatra: Welcome to Forever (2013), helping Logic secure a recording contract with Def Jam Recordings. Logic's first two studio albums – Under Pressure (2014) and The Incredible True Story (2015) – both peaked within the top five on the U.S. Billboard 200, while the former was ultimately certified platinum.Logic achieved mainstream popularity … more »

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Talkin' and, and you know the crazy part is
Is we're all drinkin' out here in the galaxy
Ayy, yo, uh

Ayy, yo, straight off the cuff
I came to f*ck your mom, no bluff
My flow tough like elephant skin
My knight takes your queen
What an elegant pair, me, and my brethren
Wrappin' up 2097, jump on the MPC 
I program to a ProTools like a fucking MPC
'Cause I rhyme greater
Jump on a bike, Kanata
Skinny motherfucker like Lupin the Third
Jump on the track, homie, that's my word
Peep the section, only shoot in one direction
And smoke a blunt dial nine, one seven
One, six, zero, four, nine, three, eleven
And you can get lost in Hip-Hop perfection
Dapper down in tight shit when I write shit
Show my lyrics to a nun and she might shit bricks
The type to give the addicts they fix
I'm the modern day Abbott in this bitch
F*ck a Costello, know Doc D never mellow
Rippin' through the galaxy, tell me who bad as me
Step to me, I get charged with assault and battery
Dog shit or the greatest alive, I'm the latter, B
What a catastrophe, you steppin' to me now peep the weaponry
'Fore I defeat your ass like Leprosy, you punk bitch

2097, we're here (it's perfect)
Number one on the charts for thirty-seven weeks in a row
It's your boy, the one and only, Buck Naked, and Kyle

Yo, understand, yo, not playin' this year
Goofy motherfucker, fall back to the rear
Get that bullshit out the atmosphere
Settin' shit off, it's the reason we here
Legacy raps, Doc D on the track
Hennessy splash, somethin' thick on my lap
Black Air Forces, stash spot with the gat
It's the rap pack, stack Gs like rap
F*ck a microphone, I'm on the war path
Pussy-foot niggas want beef, where ya at?

(More action, more excitement, more everything)

The phones are lighting up here at Cosmos Radio
Along with the entire universe
You are turned in to the greatest hosts in the galaxy
Dj Buck Naked and Kyle
Well, it seems Doctor Destruction is on yet another planetary rampage
Isn't that right Kyle?
He sure is, Buck, the year 2097 has been a eventful one so far
And this maniac just won't stop terrorizing the galaxy
I couldn't agree more, but you know what?
Let's at least give the people a soundtrack to their inevitable destruction

Now, you got a corpse in the car
Minus a head in the garage, take me to it
(Please would be nice)
Come again?
(I said, "A please would be nice")
Get it straight, buster, I'm not here to say please
I'm here to tell you what to do
And if self-preservation is an instinct you possess
You better fuckin' do it and do it quick
(I'm here to help, if my help's not appreciated)
(Best of luck, gentlemen)
No, no, no, Mister Wolfe, it ain't like that
Your help is definitely appreciated
Mister Wolfe, listen, I don't mean disrespect
Okay, I respect you
I just don't like people barkin' orders at me, that's all
If I'm curt with you it's because time it's a factor
I think fast, I talk fast
And I need you guys to act fast if you wanna get out of this
So, pretty please, with sugar on top
Clean the fuckin' car

(Cosmos Radio)

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