Live On The Air

This is WMUC 88.1 FM College Park,

broadcastin’ live from the University of Maryland.

They call me DJ Bossplayer.

To my right in the studio right now I got my man Logic (“Yeah, yeah ”)

And he’s about to rip the mic for ya’ll (“Alright”)

So I’m just about to get out of the way (“Yeah”)

And let him do his thing right now(“Alright”)

Right here on The Hip Hop(“Check it out”)Corner.

Yeah,yeah,ayo,ayo

I'm living abroad like the baddest bitch you've ever seen

Ain't about that hybrid shit but I'm all about the green

Making so many moves I need a dose of Dramamine

For rap I'm a fiend, come and test my team

I school MCs cause I'm the motherfucking dean

My cerebral cortex force, my trigger finger reflex

To bust techs like raw sex, ain't no tellin' what's next

I sling mixtapes like crack rocks

Watch snow bunnies chillin' in the backdrop, discussin' how the track rocks

Goddamn, I'm a miraculous man

And if I wasn't Logic, I'd be his number one fan

Beware I'm spittin fire cause the world is in dire need of an MC to admire

And set the bar higher

So I conspire, within my mind just had a friar

The rap Messiah, fresh to death so peep the attire

Feelin' like B Rabbit when he slaughtered the Lotto

Get money, fuck bitches, and respect women the motto

You say potato, I say potato

You call 'em rappers but all I see is comedians

My future's lookin' XXL, they shit is medium

Call me Bobby Kennedy the way I fuck with Marilyn

MCs approach, take notes, and then I bury them

I'm out of this world, my studio's the planetarium

The way I flow, this shit is slicker than butter

The second I utter lyricism that leave all the rest in the gutter

I thought I told ya'll I'm the best, d-d-did I stutter?

I'll hit your mom in the head with a car bomb just to blow her mind like Vietnam

Had a myspace account but my only friend was Tom

When I eat pussy I pretend that I'm speaking in Islam

Sike, It's a joke I swear that I'm not racist

To be honest I'll murder you no matter what color your face is

Punch you in the face if I catch you slippin' in braces

You want beef? I'll choke you to death with your own shoelaces

Sike, I swear I'm not a violent guy

Once upon time I brought a Super Soaker to a drive-by

Full of Kool-Aid and warm piss

My buzz is growing every day and when the swarm hits

Million dollar trips, sex at the Ritz

So rich I'll make bitches show Charlie Murphy their tits

Blow the competition to bits, leavin' the enemy lit

But I'm out cause there's women to please and money to get

It's Logic