Текст песни Re-Run - Logikil

Live from the city where these ns rather see you die
Than see you live a life they couldn′t fathom til they seen you rise
Fine line genius and crazy now peep the demon side
3 divided states of a mind and trust it ain't an even pie
Redefine impossible when mountains switch positions
My disposition is I′m always in a diss position
Go to hell and freeze it over when I spit the written
So cold and get to chipping pieces so my wrist can glisten
Listen, I don't give a s about you 2-ply
Soft hating ns I take and mul-2ply
Always imma do my thizzle homie you lie
You ain't creating st you a bitch and your tubes tied
You just py and ya lips are flapping it′s a fact that
I′m business magnet dip and dabbing in a different bracket
I used to think of beef and wanna get the ratchet
Now the chips are stacking hitters clapping while I'm sipping yak in
A section with strangers who are all hiding agendas
Thinking st sweet when really I′m supplying the Splenda
Take a hit of THC and throw my mind in a blender
I'm Just creating my excuse to make you lie on a stretcher
Yea you can blame it on my upbringing
From the bottom where the reaper keeps you up bringing
Flashes of your past front and center hearing doves singing
Damage to your hearing drums ringing from the drums ringing
Ya motherfs don′t want it but ain't no refunds
Pierce your soul with the flow man I don′t need guns
Hustler any kinda work I make the re-run
Beat you time and time again my n this a re-run