Louis Logic, Super Regular recordings, 5g's platinum, JJ Brownnn[VERSE1]nYo, before settin' it off know that the predator draws more blood than an open wound against the leading competator's gauzenleaving sores of bleeding jaws on the pathnyou should keep your eyes on Louis Logic & the drunken paisan iconnmisconstruing optical illusions when boozing nas bottles ooze and love songs of us getting our drunk onntippin' tequila 'til my tongue's warm nthen fall off the stagenpass out while writin' a rhyme and scroll off the pagenwake up in a rage and the shakes, where's my love gone? nI'm uncalm, a bottle of Jack at my lips nand a Guinness I.V. in one arm, Bass Ale in the othernmake tonights Black & Tan but I still fail to recovernI hit step 6, my train of thought derails from the othersndaydreamin' of a damzel with grain-alcohol wet lipsnsoup for Beck's fizz for breakfastnI'll count is as the juice from that food group and mark it off the checklistnnn*when I get bent I must represent.n*it's the truth like VOC 180 proof.n*shorty let me tell you 'bout my only vice, I gotta...n*drink a beern*n-now gimme thatn*when I get bent I must represent, no questionn*I drink a Guinness Stoutn*I take a small swig*I take a small swign*tap it and then crack it...nn[VERSE2]nI was born to beer kegs at college dorms and pop's liquor cabinet, my drunken slur is like a British accentn'cause when I'm takin' a flask to my face 'til I lay in the grass, and the rays that be tracing my pastnI'm reborn a secret agent whose feet beat the pavement to the barstoolnat a bar full of drunken drivers called the carpoolnwith a preacher at my right side, a cop at my leftndouble fisting a bottle of Becks and a Vodka and SchweppesnI spit a sad life story with Scotch intellectnand nod off in the middle, that's the possum effectnI'm still alive though neven after the shit close I'm outside nsharing sips with Cisco while I chill with a whino nwho suffers from bottle neglectnhe need a pint of self esteem, plus a shot of respectnwith such a delicate habit, it's a lot to protectn'cause lady liks is like a landlord, she gotta collect...nnnn[VERSE3]nThe drunken dragons emerge from hibernation in a musky dungeon cavernnwith an unparralled thirst that's unimaginednswerve in an old suburban with the front end crashed in, nsigns of a hard night, previousnstart a devious bar fight and escape with a six pack of Miller Lite and a cape ndraped over my shoulders wit' a mask hiding my facenI erase my own identity nand I'm not even speaking governmentallynfirst name is surnamenseen from a memory in a black outnI was found with my back out, naked assednit's like my friends are proposing 'cause they afraid to askncause Logic's doin' the shit that made 'em late to classnthe fool is back in the china shop, I gotta break the glassnafter toastin' with Icon, we raise the magic potionnand the drunken addits notion last devotionnnow that my bladder's soakin' with metaphors in itnI retreat to my suite at the Betty Ford clinicnn{sample: black sheep; pass the 40)n**pass the forty, pass me the forty, pass it if you mayn**pass the forty, pass the fortyn**pass the forty, pass me the forty, pass it if you mayn**pass the forty 'cause my mothers not lookin'n
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Beat Your Ass Best Friends (Feat. Apathy) Celph Hatred Chicks Don't Mind Coochie Coup Diablos feat. Celph Titled Do to Dust Dos Factotum Fair Weather Fan Freak Show Gentleman and a Scholar Halfway Stretch Idiot Gear Loud Mouth Mischievous Morning After Pill Over the Cuckoo's Nest Pimp Shit Por Que ft. Jay Love Postal Revenge Secret Agent Sintro Starling's Darling Street Smarts The Great Divide/Reprise The Line The Rest The Ugly Truth Trinity Who The Fuck Are You?
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