Ultra Violent feat. Logic

It's Tom and Bobby Tarantino, yeah you know (the 1-800 guy!),

We shoot for the stars and break beats like amigos,

We land on Mars, and sew seeds till the trees grow,

Make peace with aliens,chillin till we decompose,

Flows hotter than luciifer, even heaven knows,

But heaven sent him right?

 

I gotta keep up the bars, and keep up the fight,

Cuz this is wild, shit's messing with my mind,

It's 1-800, right? But sometimes we wanna ******

Had depression for years,

Honestly it's kind of a miracle that I'm still here,

 

this music's in my genes like denim,

No Pressure when I spit 'cause my mind's a fucking weapon,

Spit it like holy water, imma teach you a lesson,

Will i kill it no question, imma send you to heaven,

Lyrical Smith & Wesson, yeah you got those hoes undressing,

But when I put stuff out, its not on ten it's eleven,

When I whip out the Tech, yeah you Hit The Ground Running,

From the underground, we got the beats bumping,

You? Y'all Are Saying Nothing New,

Word to The Roots, now that shit is something,

I know life's a bitch, but it ain't hard to tell,

Yeah life's a bitch, 'specially if you wanna just get rich from it

But now though, they just do it for the money and the dough,

I'm getting sick of it, it's ridiculous, do you know who you

Are fucking with? My ability is limitless,

But you haven't got shit on this, and it ain't hard to tell.

I got nothing to lose when I step in the booth,

I just spit the truth, and set fire to the roof,

Go say I'm crazy, here's the proof,

But there's no competition between me and you!