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lirik lagu nitin randhawa - logic - perfect (nitin randhawa remix)

[intro]
nitin randhawa
you are watching a master at work
nitin randhawa

[verse 1 : logic & juicy j]
b~tch, i did it, i made it, i’m loved and i’m hated
i started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated
they say, “drink to your accomplishments,” so every night i’m faded
feel like every other day, me and somebody new related
you’re my sister, cousin, brother from the other side? (the other side)
well, i don’t know who told you that (my mama)
well, she f~cking lied
ayy, wake up, wake up, get your cake up
cut it up like it’s cocaine, shakе up
all the streets with all these bеats
i body beats, i’m not discreet (per~per~perfect)
this is how i feel on the inside
all you non~talent rappin’ motherf~ckers better run and hide
you worthless, you have no purpose, f~ckin’ imposter
you gots to get it through your head
you won’t ever get no handout
f~ckin’ with your ass, it’d be like throwing a band out (per~per~perfect)
my flow increased, my dough increased
you know i leave them all deceased
i am a f~cking beast, i’m from the east
i keep the peace, don’t need a piece
but i keep a piece, got it, capisce?
that boy gon’ eat, this is a feast
once i release, i’m smokin’ trees
i bought my sh~t, i don’t need no lease
so f~ck you up like master p (perfect)
this sh~t right here a masterpiece, i’m comin’ in hot like the police
shooting my shot like the police
all on the block like the police, man, who gon’ (stop, stop)
the police from leaving bodies in the motherf~ckin’ streets, man?
[verse 2: kendrick lamar]
i swear this industry sh~t, to me, is one big~ass l!ck
i walk inside of a buildin’, tell the a&r n~gga “strip”
tell ’em i need all of my chips, my life been on section 8
i’ve been a welfare case, afdc pump fake
meanwhile, i’m grindin’ ’cause drug money ain’t like rap money
four white kilo, snow~bunny, equal one whole show, dummy
i’m on this tour bus and i’m f~cked up
i got a bad call, they k!lled braze
they k!lled chad, my big homie pup
puppy eyes on my face, bruh
and i really be drinkin’, why the f~ck i really been smokin’?
what the f~ck? i’m the sober one
man, i’m so stressed out, i can’t focus
hide out when i ride out, ski mask with the eyes out
speed past in the cutlass, me and little ocho
every young n~gga hop out
two tears in a bucket, i feel like “f~ck it”
the price of fame, recognize my pain, it’s all i know
all out war but i’m out here though
call my troops like, “vamonos”
i’m on this tour bus and i’m f~cked up
i got a bad call, and it’s all bad
off a og with my og and some oe by the tall glass

[verse 3: j. cole]
baptized at first baptist church
the pastor name was reverend johnson (okay)
chastised his shirt and matchin’ shoes
but had to front, it never bothered him (okay)
hurt his pride but he swallowed it (okay)
dirt is all that he spotted
and in the dirty south where bodies pilin’ up
so high, they block the birds and rerouted ’em (d~mn)
plenty murderers had observers but
you never heard a peep out of them
so many funerals it ain’t enough numerals to keep count of them (woah)
look, i’m just settin’ the scene
back when i stared at the phone as i’m lettin’ it ring
another collector, they leave us a message
my mama in deficit, must intervene
i bust out the seams, i’m gettin’ too big for these britches now
i invest in the dream, i’m destined for green
i got superstar d~ck for these b~tches now
i got superstar d~ck for these b~tches now
and i think about that when i dig ’em out
(when i dig ’em out, when i dig ’em out)
[hook: logic]
b~tch, i did it, i made it, i’m loved and i’m hated
i started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated
b~tch, i did it, i made it, i’m loved and i’m hated
i started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated

[verse 4: jid]
‘member we stayed in the ‘partment
the house was provided by government
and my cousin them slept on the couch with the oven open
b~tch, it felt like the revenant
get the covers and read a new covenant, cut the sh~t
i’ve been f~ckin’ the sh~t out my bucket list
drop my nuts on the lips of a l~sty b~tch
for the love of the money, i’m bussin’
who tryna take it from me?
sh~t, i’ma need commissary
if you come for the commas, the consequences
very common sense to tell ’em
comin’ from never havin’ sh~t is scary as k!llin’ a bear
the frigidity is a b~tch, will perry in a six
an enigma nigra in a tinted benz
i done missed the pen, then i gripped the pen
n~ggas slit me in, n~gga, this revenge
f~ck what they talkin’ (woah, sh~t, woah, sh~t)
i got a driver, but i was just walkin’ (woah, sh~t, woah, sh~t)
i’m a survivor like jigga, lil’ shawty (woah, sh~t, woah, sh~t)
but i was the littlest pick of the litter with sh~t on my paw
(woah, sh~t, woah, sh~t, woah, sh~t)
not at the top, so if i ever drop, i ain’t goin’ to fall
(woah, sh~t, woah, sh~t, woah, sh~t)
but we goin’ far as forever, infinity, it ain’t no quittin’
(woah, sh~t, woah, sh~t, woah, sh~t)
me hold that thought
[hook: logic]
b~tch, i did it, i made it, i’m loved and i’m hated
i started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated
b~tch, i did it, i made it, i’m loved and i’m hated
i started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated

[verse 5: eminem]
you say you’re affiliated with murderers, k!llers (ayy!)
the people you run with are thuggin’ (gang!)
but you just a wannabe gunner (gang!)
like you was gonna do somethin’
actin’ like you catchin’ bodies (ayy!)
and you got juice, lil’ youngin’, you buggin’
you ain’t never even been charged in connection with battery
b~tch, you ain’t plugged into nothin’
rap god spit lyrical bullets (pew!)
and gats c~ck, your partners better tool up
this has not to do with muscular
but have guns for sure, you better put a
strap on, other words if you’re gonna
roll up with your (gang!) you’re gon’ need a ~rs~nal
’cause this bar is over your head
so you better⁠—{gun c~ck}⁠—have arms if you’re gonna pull up (skrrt!)
oh, you run the streets, huh?
now you wanna come and f~ck with me, huh?
this little c~ck~sucker, he must be feelin’ himself
he wants to keep up his tough demeanour
so he does a feature, decides to team up with n9na
but next time you don’t gotta use tech n9ne
if you wanna come at me with a sub, machine gun
and i’m talkin’ to you
but you already know who the f~ck you are, kelly
i don’t use sublims and sure as f~ck don’t sneak~diss
but keep commenting on my daughter hailie
i keep on telling motherf~ckers
but just in case you forgot really and need ja memories jarred like strawberry or pineapple apricot jelly
i respond rarely, but this time shady ’bout to sound off
like a f~ckin’ c~cked semi~glock demi~god
let me put a f~ckin’ silencer on this little
non~threatening blond fairy cornball takin’ shots at me
you’re not ready, fool, break yourself like rock steady crew
obviously, i’m not getting through
we can get it poppin’ like redenbach, letting off like remy ma
heavy artille—ry, godzilla harsh with a hard sh~ll
with a motherf~cking heart bigger than bizarre’s belly
only time you’ll ever say i lost
you’ll be talkin’ ’bout fetty wap, better call diddy
just to try to get me off
and you better hope i don’t call trick trick
b~tch, this sh~t don’t fly in our city
punk, you don’t disrespect ogs, r.i.p. prodigy
sold dre my soul and then told him the moment he signed me
that i’ll be the most hated, though made it
so that there’s no shame, it’s okay to own it
’cause life is a b~tch, she’s a bow~legged ho
but now those days are over
i harvey weinstein a bathrobe hanging open
my code name is groper, i role play with lotion
i f~ck the whole world then i throw away the trojan
old lederhosen with home~made explosives
i blow 80 holes in you
don’t make me go in, i oj the flows
and i’m insult to injury, rolaids to goldman
i’m throat spray and motrin, i throated nicole
as they both there to choke and my whole blade is soakin’
i double~edge sword it ’cause one place i poke and
i stick and i turn in a rotating motion
invisible with the pen, i’m at the pinnacle of sick individuals
stick my d~ck and put the tip in at minimal
i’m f~ckin’ these syllables, i let ’em l!ck on my genitals
i’m a f~cking invincible, indefensible, despicable, difficult pr~ck
a little bit unpredictable, i spit the formidable
that you b~tches f~ckin’ with, the original
i consider me and nickel identical—but not us
the only thing we have in common’s i’m a d~ck and you suck
otherwise one has nothin’ to do with the other
none come close to skunk, bug, soldier
tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older
sponge, mug, folder, nun, rug, holster
lug nut, coaster, lung, jug, roaster
young thug poster, unplugged toaster

[outro: thalia and nitin randhawa]
nitin randhawa
you are watching a master at work
logic cites nujabes, mf doom, rza, and kanye west as key inspirations behind his production style

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