Letra da Música Backpack de Logic

I'mma just go in on this joint right now for y'all
All my lyricism heads where y'all at?
I spit fifties and shit hundreds
Do shit that's undid
Spontaneously combust in these bitches guts
I get em wet, no need to touch
Break they back like dutches
Keep em close like the toast I clutch

Never the less
I'm never depressed
I keep feelings suppressed
One of the best but need to listen if I'mma progress
I'm ready to live, I'm ready to die, I'm ready to ride for rap
I said it on a record, now I can't take it back
Stop, I shut it down like a bloodclot
Smoke emcees, like a fuckin bumbaclot

Mic check, I come to catch wreck
Death before dishonor so I'm coming for your neck
I pop emcees like Hymens
Y'all glass posing in studs but I'm a diamond
I reckon you need to listen
I'm never dissin'
Unless your shit is wack, I'll beat you into submission

Catch me fishin
Cause I'm eating for a lifetime
Wisdom in my mind
I'm a star watch me shine
Fucking your bitch from behind
Record it and hit rewind
I'm nasty, construct rhymes like rhinoplasty
A hip-hop statute
Rhymes coming at you, God bless you
When I kick wisdom it never stress you or test you
Unless you a dumb motherfucker

We gon' get into it like this
Said this is mathematic tactics
Murder this rap shit
Intravenously inject my prophylactics
Inhale my words like a fresh batch of Vicks
Similar to black ice cause the flow so slick
What's up, rappers hear the rhyme they slit they wrists up
Do a whole 'lotta talking, no rapping like fisticuffs
Yeah, turn my headphones up

That's all you sayin' but
I'm sprayin' and I can't get enough
Raw, rugged and rough
My alter ego, Mr. Tough
I'll call your bluff
Face to face never snuff

I murder you with predicate poetic balletic shit
No mercy cause if I grip the mic they might curse me
Da Vinci flow
Before I grip the mic I'm in control
Before I manifested tendons
I was rhyming as a embryo
Living in vertigo
Half of these fuckers don't know
It's Logic
I said it's Logic