Logic - Paul Rodriguez Lyrics

Wow, I can't believe this motherf*cker Logic's making me do this right now
So I came over, we were supposed to watch 500 Days of Summer
Um, I brought some Macallan 18
I brought some Jordan SBs
And 6ix turns over and says, "Hey, I think I got a beat for Ultra 85"
He plays it, Logic goes crazy, and next thing you know, history's made
I'm Paul Rodriguez and I approve this message
Ayo, this that Tony Hawk Pro Skater soundtrack-type beat
Welcome to Ultra 85
Woo

What's up? What's happenin'? Bitch, we live
Probably thought you'd never see the day of Ultra 85
It's been a minute, but, baby, yeah, now we in it
What's that? The past, the present, the future, and, yes, the beyond
I know you thought it was over, but you know it, now it's on
I was scared for years to try to do this album
How you follow up a classic? What's the outcome?
Failure and tragedy, now everybody's mad at me
'Cause I ain't make a carbon copy of my last shit
F*ck the past, we past it
Boy snappin' like he elastic, listen
Feel the freedom, you can take 'em out the field and lead 'em
But you can't make 'em drink, bitch, I'm being me, the f*ck you think this is?
I am, I mean, I, I'm is everything that they said I wasn't
We cookin' but ain't no oven, they say they hate me, I love 'em
Come now boys, sound the alarm, we brothers in arms, f*ck that beef shit
Y'all riding the wave, f*ck that reef shit
F*ck all the shit they be talking about, we practice what we preach
We walking it out, no ain't no doubt
No, no, I'm on the grind like Rodriguez according to what he says
This shit don't happen overnight, they said Logic wouldn't be nothing
What an embarrassing oversight, yeah sure, you right
I'm keeping it tight like in that pocket
Like that '95 Roots Datskat Skibidi-hoop-bop-bop-bop-da-bop, stay with the gat
So don't test me, better arrest me, used to want hip-hop to love me
'Cause when I was a child both of my parents would neglect me
I talk about it in therapy often
How in this game you gotta have thick skin, she said let it soften
Be yourself unapologetically
'Cause in this world that there right there don't happen often
I'm smoking 'til I'm coughing, self-medicate to the coffin
'Cause in the end we all six feet
So I'ma be catching wreck to the day I die on these 6ix beats
You emcees better retreat
Cut off my legs below my knees and still can never defeat
Me, black and white like 88 pianos
Lord of the Rings, my right hand look like Thanos
Hairline like Fantano's rockin' a yellow flannel
Y'all can't see me like Metal Gear Solid with the camo
This the freest I've ever been, critics don't let him in
I graduated from the bullshit, pass me the letterman
Me and my entire team focus on being better men
Logic in his thirties but he rappin' like he in his Prime
Goddamn, what a veteran, this is braggadocia at it's finest
We been through a lot of shit but deal with it then put it behind us
The rhyme is the illest, let's take a look at the skillest
Yeah, I'm the motherf*ckin' greatest, I'm confident, never cocky
Don't talk to me 'til you made it
Debate it all you want but we know this shit is off the hook
Slidin' on this bitch like Paul with the Nolly, flip the crook
Motherf*ckers don't know nothin' bout the hustle, bitch, I wrote the book
I'm a prodigy, I leave 'em shook ones that know me know how much it took
Back rank checkmate with the rook, I feel like Magnus
Logic on this beat is murder, bitch, I'm toe taggin' this
Ultra 85, this the catalyst, that real rap shit
Lo-fi, boom bap on that trap tip, now watch the hat hit
That SV and 96 at the shelter, goin' batshit, no Bruce Wayne
Oh, yeah, you know this rap game produced pain like I did Fahim's album
I made so much f*ckin' money, should call this the green album
They used to be laughin' at him, now they outback after the show rappin' at 'em
You lazy motherf*ckers ain't doin' shit, up and at 'em
Come on, man, get after it, get at it, don't none of y'all want this static
Why you actin' dramatic? This ain't no Gangsta Grillz
I know you up in your feels
'Cause all the legends in the game respect me, I keep it real
I remember tellin' Funk Flex, "People call me a tryhard"
He said, "You know why, god? 'Cause they tried and couldn't do it"
So that's what is it? Yeah
And every time they see you winnin' they have to relive it
Oh yeah, now come now, boy, forget it, we with it
I'm goin' crazy committed, that shit they talkin' omitted
We takin' it back for these hip-hop heads like fitteds
Said it, I did it, yes I said it and did it
If you hatin' on Logic then we all know you ain't with it
I provided various people with jobs like I was Steve
Kill the beat then let them grieve, I kill the beat then let them grieve
Tell me the reason I'm ripping it up in a microphone 'til I can't breathe
This is deeper than the things you can achieve
This is deeper than the chain around your neck
This right here 'bout catching rep
And murdering it every single time you put me in your deck
This that TASCAM-four-track straight-to-cassette
We independent now, putting major labels in debt
Bitch, I've been wet, no PCP, you know we be free
F*ck the algorithm right now, I need that reparation
They call Logic the voice of a generation
Sipping scotch, face in a blunt
Sometimes I talk about the real shit, other times I stunt
Sometimes depression takes a hold and rips away everything that I want
We finally eatin' but I'm still hungry
I know you feel it, you hear it, the passion
Swoopin' like an assassin, gats blastin' like it's regular fashion
I'm driven, you better fasten your belt, spit heat 'til your face melt
I'm one-of-one, these other rappers were made on conveyor belts
Watch yourself, Logic wildin', man, I'm not myself
This for Nas, this for RZA, this for Jay, this for Mos, this for Thought
This right here for Kanye even when he be wildin' out
Man, I listened to y'all when I was broke and I ain't had shit
Y'all were there for me even more than my dad, shit
I can say the same for Drizzy Drake, Kenny and Cole
'Cause we a family, this hip-hop tree is all I know
And you listen and are invited to help it grow
I can't believe it, used to wish I could achieve it
Never thought the day would come that I would see it
Not the money, not the fame, not the cameras
Not the chains, but the happiness
It makes me sad that so many in the game will never truly know what happy is
I used to think it was the streams
Used to think it was the plaques, used to think it was awards
But none of that there facts

You know what it is, homie (this right here)
You know what it is, homie (this right here)
You know what it is, homie (this right here)
You know what it is, homie (this right here)
You know what it is, homie (this right here)
You know what it is, homie (this right here)
You know what it is, homie (this right here)
You know what it is, homie (this right here)
You know what it is-

Logic be wildin', T-Man right there he gon' style and you know I'm going bezerk
Everybody want it all but don't wanna put in the work
You want that? My heat work
You want that? It's teamwork
You got that? The dream work, no Pixar
Worth a hundred million when it's all said and done
Yeah, the basement was the kickstart
It kicked us to the stars and beyond
I do this for my wife, little Bobby and Leon, my son-to-be
We took him to outer space then we took him to the Wild West
I created this universe because I was depressed
Feel like I did not have a space to call my own
F*ck a tastemaker, gatekeeper, hip-hop's my only home
Blacklisted by some, top ten listed by others
This that summertime, Kool & The Gang, me and my brothers
Taking it back like primitive, tell me now who gon' let 'em live?
Shit, like Hov said, can I live?

Ayy, check it, this that Lupe in '06
This that Lupe last week, this that timeless flow
You better listen when I speak, I'm at the podium snatching mics
Like I kidnapped Jackson, lights, camera, action, blunts we pass 'em
See if you ain't get the message now, this whole song is about passion
This is everything I got, it's everything I have to give
If that ain't enough for y'all, man, f*ck you, I'm happy
My dick works, you name it, I got it
I don't say that shit to brag, I say that shit to let 'em know
Kid on welfare and food stamps really achieved the goal
I made thirty million dollars six years ago
This ain't about the money and the fame
It's about the f*cking flow
The love, the music, the people, the drums
The happy, the sad, the highs and the lows
Let me repeat this so all of y'all out there listening know
The flow, the love, the music, the people
The drums, the happy, the sad, the highs, the lows
The shit that most of these people do not know
I'm doing this shit 'cause I love it and I never won't
I make music for those who love it and not the ones who don't

85, Ultra 85
Ultra 85, Ultra 85
Ultra 85, Ultra 85
Ultra 85, Ultra 85
Ultra 85, Ultra 85

Welcome to the motherf*ckin' future, ah, yeah
You motherf*ckers better buckle up, man
We going to outer space with this one, y'all

Come on, come on, come on, come on, uh-uh
Come on, come on, come on, come on, uh
Come on, come on, come on, come on, uh
Come on, come on, come on, come on, uh
Come on, come on, come on, come on, uh
Come on, come on, come on, come on, uh
Come on, come on, come on, come on

Knockin', knockin'
Knockin', knockin', knockin' doors down, showin' parts of rhyme
I'ma come through and show my wood pine
Knockin', knockin' doors down, showin' parts around
I'ma come through and show my wood, show my wood
Knockin', knockin' doors, doors down, showin' parts of rhyme
I'ma come through, through
Knockin' doors down, showin' parts of rhyme
I'ma come through and show my wood, show my wood, show my wood

Now

We're tracking you now, uh
Airship there, we got the Aquarius III and, uh, yeah, we got ya
We're all clear here, Thomas
Before we had an issue with one of the doors earlier
But maintenance came on down and fixed that up
Alright, Tom, that's everything on my end here
You're clear for departure
I'll tell you what's up
I'm getting real sick and tired of this synthetic gravity
So I hooked, oh, my bad

So, you're my new partner, huh?
Yes, sir, the name's William Kai
First officer and man of infantry and I take it you're this vessel's new captain
Yup, that's me, Quentin Thomas, pleasure to meet you
Hey, Roslyn, please tell Mission Control docking sequence was successful
And the Aquarius III is now commencing separation (of course)
Roslyn? Did they update the fleet's AI program again?
I know, right? Feels like as soon as you get to know them, they're on to the next
Initiating thrusters for departure
Munitions check
Quantum cannons engaged
Mission 1019 go for departure
Star date 2110
Mission Control has given access granted
Emergency systems green and fuel is one hundred percent
Well, kid, you ready to do this?
Well, if I can be honest, sir, this is my first time leaving Babel
No shit? Well, don't worry, I brought music