solo suoni, sono solo nomi La cui somma forma insonnia/ nuovi dubbi insorgono I sogni si infrangono/ onde su scogli Secondo ragionamento logico Acqua
you heard, the verdict's in, he's allergic to D Doesn't take me Clevis to him, him don't give a damn how Beaver doing What a demon, a behemoth, evil just
e chi crede che bassi non smette ed e invidioso perche faccio muovere ste due fichette,c'e chi vive situazioni di comode e forse prendere il microfono sembrerebbe anche logico
Sand Demon Offers Me A Garish Sweet [VIII. Stone Man Finale] [a) Moonlight & Manor Reprise - "Chant Of The Nocturndoz"] [b) Lavatory Logic]
the Angel King A pitchfork with horns or a halo with wings [Verse 2: Elzhi] If I broke the word down in acronyms, while usin part logic A demon could
her dick, you heard it, the verdict's in He's allergic to divas, he'd take meat cleavers to 'em, He don't give a damn about Bieber doin'! what a demon
verbal architect to construct Mentally I generate brainwaves, conduct Biceps in my lungs, rap fitness Mentally ill, psychiatrical sickness Lyrics like blood, capillaries My brain is a dictionary full of vocabulary I drop logic
when bitches been gettin money, that when shit get ridiculous I'm hittin switches like six fo's, bouncin and leanin The west coast seemin, keep the fo' fo' demon
eatin' the rest of the pizza we just coolin' out in the studio right about now I wanna send some shouts out Mystic, what's happenin' man? Mastermind, what's up? Mad Crew Logic
drum, bass kick, snare Wild Child compiles styles down for your ear LP for you and yours, loud and clear [Madlib] When the first Lootpack era began a demo
to get the exit A little mad I didn't hit it So I dialed 7 digits to some skins that's wit it Huh We can bone in my closet that's my logic But not everyday
exit But I'm not mad I didn't hit it I just dial seven digits and some skins that's with it Bones in the closet, that's my logic You gotta be smart and
see the exit But I'm not mad, I didn't hit it I just dial seven digits and some skins, that's with it Bones in the closet, that's my logic You gotta
a letter from the law Quite insane Never felt the demon riding his back He is safe from harm Never got hallucinations after Being too long on the booze Logical
from congress this is retarded this narsis i make they offices vomit they shoulda been cautious they nautious roll out the carpet I'm walkin talkin and talkin and forcin i see their plot is demonic
of losing it every second your adding one Some niggas dream of pushing kilos but I drop tons With more facts and formulas and philosophical logic Then
Synthetic, pathetic the words you tell me You try to trick me Hypnotic, demonic and always schemin' Won't let me be Erratic, fanatic, you move too quickly
