Logic Open Mic\Aquarius III Lyrics

Okay, settle, settle, settle, settle, ladies and gentlemen, settle down

Okay, so, this next brother we’re gonna bring up to the stage usually does not come in on Monday nights

You’re in for a real treat, ladies and gentlemen

Give it to Mr. Hall

Rip out my soul from the depths of my flesh

Flesh from my blood I caress

Right on the page so it’s fresh

I take my time, but express

Lot on my mind, but I guess

It’s just in my genes like a Glock 17, like a genetic scene

Kick in the door, we blow it off the hinge

Music my drug, tie it off, then inject the syringe

It’s in my blood, ain’t no need to pretend

Therapist tell me I don’t need to defend

Therapy tell me I don’t need to explain

Just drop the record on the needle and express my pain

Can’t wait until my son shine and together we reign

My queen’s by my side like Manhattan

Fuck rapping, this is poetic conviction

My rendition is not meant for your diction

Battled addiction in the womb

A crack baby by definition

Keys to ignition with no permission

That mean that I’m driven

Alive ’cause I’m living

Fuck workin’ with what you’ve been given

I knew I always wanted more like The Roots in nine-five

And I’ll be sure to do more for my family than mine did

‘Cause hip-hop rhymes taught me more than my moms did

Didn’t drink ’til I was twenty-five ’cause I’m my mom’s kid

All I knew was alcoholism and prison

Only saw domestic violence and racial division

Social worker trying to take me away

But I know that group home probably worse, hell nah, no way

At least I know my odds here, I’ma be okay

Adapted to the lifestyle, so I’ma be okay

Keep that one just in case, yeah

I’m just an energy

My DNA not my identity

Finding serenity

Become a better man, I better be

For the child in my baby mama stummy, never crummy

We get big bread

Tryin’ to be the greatest, that shit been dead

I’m trying to be the happiest that I can be instead

I’m trying to get ahead like a fetus

Money don’t complete us, but it feed us, it can lead us to depression

Being rich is not a blessing, fame is not a blessing

Wasn’t ’til I was rich and famous, I learned that lesson

What’s the meaning of life, to live it, what I’m guessing

Live it, live it

Living life like this is so crazy

Hip-hop is amazing

One day, you’re on top and the next, they want to erase ’em

Goddamn, what I’m facing

Every day a new frustration

People thinking I’m complacent

People thinking that I changed like a cashier

But I can’t let that register, get the fuck up on out of here

Buy a brick and roll it, light it, get high as the stratosphere

I can hear the voices in my mind when I rhyme

Give it up, you’re out of time

Never even had a prime

Like the Preemo never linked up with 5’9″

Bitch, I’m back like the muscles surrounding my vertebrae

Okay, fuck what you gotta say

I keep it going, already know when I’m flowing

For the listener, you’re kind of like a therapist

Or rather Cole in 2005, flowing like Canibus

That throwback shit, yeah, that throwback shit

Fuck what you heard, my catalog, it ain’t got no wack shit

‘Cause I’m a gladiator in the Colosseum, everybody wanna be him

‘Til they feel like they can’t be him, then they wanna see him lose

Wrote this poem in navy, that’s what I call singing the blues

Word to Dot D, my family got me, no carbon copy

Life can hit you harder than Drago

But if I roll with the punches when it’s rocky, don’t ever stop me

Never top me, never cocky, I’m never cocky

Okay, well, maybe sometimes

Occasionally in some rhymes

But it’s fine, in due time

I’m the illest to ever do it, come now, Bobby Boy, cool it

An indigenous era of the indigenous emcee

Riding this motherfucker ’til the tank on E

What’s up?


(You-you), yeah, uh

Yeah, uh, yeah (Yeah)

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah


Uh, yeah

Uh, yeah


Fuck all the bullshit, dig from deep down inside

I wrote this sitting shotgun in my favorite ride

Reflecting on memories from my childhood

Bringing a baby in this world, I hope my child good

All I ever gave a fuck about was my career

But all that shit out the window now that my son is here

Fuck sales and streams, none of that shit entails dreams

Fuck rap, fuck press, fuck feeling like I’m less

If it ain’t ’bout my happiness, than I could give a fuck less

I remember window shopping

Now I’m shopping for windows for my baby new room

Bobby coming soon

And that’s the type of line I would’ve second-guessed

Putting on my shit before

Out of fear that they would hate ’cause they couldn’t relate

‘Cause it wasn’t relevant

Give a fuck if it’s evident, this right here is the evidence

I’m like Leo in Revenant, bear with me

You could tear me apart

But that won’t take away the fact I wrote this shit from the heart

Where it’s built from the start

Where it’s finna stay

I’ve learned every day’s a good day

Surrounded by people that love me

Don’t want nothing from me but my happiness

Off the internet, that’s when I’m at my happiest

Scrolling so much, my thumb fucked up

We call that carpal tunnel vision

Follow me like religion on this course of collision

Feeling imprisoned, and this is my freedom through these lyrics

As I repeat them and beat ’em into my conscience like Adonis

All this lyricism straight to the dome like cocaine through the sinus

I think I finally found my paradise, that’s word to Thomas