Welcome to the No Pressure programGood evening, this is LogicAnd very happy I am to be back in the United States and back on the networkEven for so short a visit as this oneBack with old friends like No I.D. who is tonight’s director andNobody argued the point, a lot of people asked us to do it again, so it’s gratifying to get the chance to do it againSo it’s gratifying to get the chance now (No I.D.)Personally, I’ve never met anybody who didn’t like The Incredible True StoryNow tonight, what we do have is a thrillerIf it’s half as good as we think it is, you can call it a classicQuite possibly, a little escapade of mine involving a couple of planets which shall be namelessIs responsibleDoesn’t really matterA story doesn’t have to appeal to the heart, it can also appeal to the spineAnd with two magic wordsAyy, no pressureNever graduated, but I school ’em like professorGrowing up, the world always told me I was lesserGrowing up, the world told me I could not address herGangsters put that heat to your head like a hairdresserIf you press a issue on they block(Hey, Logic, Snake hereI hear you’re planning world domination through a new form of Metal GearWell, listen to me, it won’t work)This liquor that I’m drinking got me thinking ’bout some other shitFeeling like I’m sinking like Titanic or some other shipWord to your mothership, boy, this that gutter shitBreaking down the weed to get high as Thomas and KaiBut y’all ain’t ready for that shit, that’s more like Ultra 85Memories of powdered milk and roaches in my cereal
Praying that my crew next like cotton materialNever had a car, that’s why I hate the fuckin’ busTook the 61 to Germantown and hear them guns bustCall it static, my headphones on, it’s IllmaticOn my Rosa Parks, in the back writin’ like B-RabbitHow I carry it, murder the beat and then I’ma bury itProducin’ tracks for the underground like HarrietDrop another number one and watch ’em all get mad againMemorizing verses like the Vatican, I’m glad againEmpty the clip and then do that againAnd now we ridin’ ’round the city on a dollar twenty-fiveBoy, you better keep your head down if you wanna stay alivePeople telling you to stay in your lane, can’t even driveTell you not to chase your dreams ’cause they chained to a nine-to-fiveBitch, I’m too alive like twins in the womb, come hither, consumeAll of my memories from past and present like two identitiesLogic fallin’ off is an obscenityTop five I better be, steadilyDoggin’ these bitches like I’m a PedigreeObtain class with no degreeFuck a GED, EBT, and the HOCFeeling free, yeah, I’m feeling freeBut it cost a fee to be the boss it cost to beOver possessions like an apostropheIt’s chemical warfare on the block, who got the rock?A tablespoon of baking soda leave you shellshockedLeave the pusher in a cell block and his customer in a boxThe government got my popsThe government can’t be stoppedI’m a gladiator, this shit right here more like random thoughtIt’s more likeWe interrupt this transmission with a special report