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No Pressure Intro (Explicit) - Logic
Lyrics by：Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Gabriel Stevenson/Orson Welles
Composed by：Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Gabriel Stevenson/Orson Welles
Welcome to the No Pressure program
Good evening this is Logic
And very happy
I am to be back in the United States
And back on the network
Even for so short a visit as this one
Back with old friends like
No ID who is tonight's director and
Nobody argued the point
A lot of people asked us to do it again
So it's gratifying to get the chance
Us to do it again
So it's gratifying to get the chance now
No ID
Personally
I've never met anybody who didn't like
The Incredible True Story
Now tonight what we do have is a thriller
If it's half as good as we think it is
You can call it a classic
Quite possibly
A little escapade of mine
Involving a couple of planets
Which shall be nameless
Is responsible
Doesn't really matter
A story doesn't have to appeal to the heart
It can also appeal to the spine
And with two magic words
Ayy no pressure
Never graduated
But I school 'em like professor
Growing up the world always told me I was lesser
Growing up the world told me
I could not address her
Gangsters put that heat to your head
Like a hairdresser
If you press a issue on they block
Hey Logic Snake here
I hear you're planning world
Domination through a new form of Metal Gear
Well listen to me it won't work
This liquor that I'm drinking
Got me thinking 'bout some other s**t
Feeling like I'm sinking like
Titanic or some other ship
Word to your mothership boy
This that gutter s**t
Breaking down the w**d to get
High as Thomas and Kai
But y'all ain't ready for that s**t
That's more like Ultra 85
Memories of powdered milk and roaches in my cereal
Praying that my crew next like cotton material
Never had a car that's why I hate the f**kin' bus
Took the 61 to Germantown and hear them guns bust
Call it static my headphones on it's Illmatic
On my Rosa Parks in the back writin' like B-Rabbit
How I carry it murder the beat and then I'ma bury it
Producin' tracks for the underground like Harriet
Drop another number one and watch 'em all get mad again
Memorizing verses like the Vatican I'm glad again
Empty the clip and then do that again
And now we ridin' 'round the city
On a dollar twenty-five
Boy you better keep your head down
If you wanna stay alive
People telling you to stay in your lane
Can't even drive
Tell you not to chase your dreams
'Cause they chained to a nine-to-five
B***h I'm too alive like twins
In the womb come hither consume
All of my memories from past
And present like two identities
Logic fallin' off is an obscenity
Top five I better be steadily
Doggin' these b***hes like I'm a Pedigree
Obtain class with no degree
F**k a GED EBT and the HOC
Feeling free yeah
I'm feeling free
But it cost a fee to be the boss it cost to be
Over possessions like an apostrophe
It's chemical warfare on the block
Who got the rock
A tablespoon of baking soda
Leave you shellshocked
Leave the pusher in a cell block
And his customer in a box
The government got my pops
The government can't be stopped
I'm a gladiator
This s**t right here more like random thought
It's more like
We interrupt this transmission with a special report
