Soul Food II lyrics

Goddamn, goddamn, conversations with people

Crazy how one day, the legends forget that they equal

On this Under Pressure sequel

We not taking it back, we keepin' it pushing

People scared of change

But you'll find me deep in the cushion

Even when I win, it feel like I'm losing

Listening to beats, in the Bimmer cruisin'

I think I got another hit, I could feel my body bruisin'

What's the conclusion of rappin'?

My hypothesis, I'm darker than Gotham is

Like reading Nostradamus at 90 degrees

You better believe

I know how to turn a profit with ease

Die a critical lifestyle, I'm always overseas

Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowing trees

What's the topic? I drop it

Fuck around then leave them all concussed

When I bust, no thrust, this world we livin' in is fucked

Industry rule number four thousand and eighty one

Your new shit ain't good as your old shit

'Til your new shit is your old shit, son

And then some, gotta get some

I wear this 24 karat solid gold Rollie for my son

As an heirloom, not for looking as dope as I rhyme

As a representation to give your family your time

If you're searching for love in the industry you'll be let down

They don't love you 'til you dead and then they call you profound

No matter how mainstream you was in the end, you still underground

That's the truth, feeling close to the cliff, like Rick Dalton in the booth

Money ain't the key to happiness and this the proof

Modern day rap is like a golden era spoof

But a few of us were searching within the second renaissance

And I know that my debutantes

Been keeping the legacy going

By flowing so involuntarily seamless

Me and my team is finally reaping

What we been sowing like a seamstress

I said I'm on one, I know I'm unsung

Was livin' my life backward like Tariq on Undone

And now they wonder how I got over son (do you want more?)

Hell yeah, now check the method

I been livin' outside of pages for ages

Now I'm back, Chocolate City, home of percussion, Maryland on my back

From Takoma Park, all the way to Southeast DC

It feel like forever ago, it feel like BC

Everlasting life, kickin' rhymes in the parking lot at night

Inhale, exhale, people hate

Oh well, 2012

Dreamin' I'm a freshman on XXL

2013, on the cover XXL

Livin' life behind these bars with no intention of postin' bail

'Cause I prevail

But that's a story for another time

Story for another rhyme

And on my darkest days, I know that the sun will shine, eventually

Greatest lyricist to ever do it, yeah essentially

And if we're being modest then potentially

And if we're being humble then

Oh shit, it's Raquel, she's a fuckin thot

Ayy, fuck you guys, fuck you guys

Suck my dick

Straight on the basement mic

Ayy, man fuck all these punchlines and shit man

I just wanna tell a story, I just wanna have some fun

Back in the basement type shit

Ayo, once upon a time a couple of guys from out this world

Was talkin' rap and hip hop with a young synthetic girl

The year was 2115 at Babel Space Station

Was home to the very last of the human population

The captain name was Thomas, the infantry man was Kai

And he's the man that discovered the Ultra85

Accompanied by a girl inside their ear, her name was Thalia

Made of ones and zeros, she was a program

You could ask her any question even about the fall of man

Then one day they discovered a planet in deep space

That nobody before them had ever found in they database

I mean, maybe it's the place that's meant for the human race

The planet Paradise, Khai said that time is my God

It be very nice, traveling through outer space

We done had some scary nights

We done had some scary fights

All about that rap shit, how I like that trap shit

Thomas flood every bap shit

I wish God was real, I wish I could just get raptured

What if this planet full of aliens and we get captured?

Don't think that way my son

Everything gon' be fine, we finna have some fun

And if by chance we do come across an alien

I'ma blow his ass away with this here molecular gun

Set to kill, never stun

What, what, we get it done

Now the ship is enterin' the atmosphere

We gon' take a look around and get the hell up outta here

We gon' double check that it's habitable and livable for man

And no matter what happens you know that we gon' stick to the plan

Understood? Understand, all good? Let's get it then

Once they touched down nobody could hear a sound

'Til they opened up the ship door, that rappelled to the ground

What they found, a planet full of life

A planet full of shit they never seen

Straight up out a movie scene

On some Tarantino meets Christopher Nolan, nah mean?

Walk around the planet for hours, they was exhausted

If it wasn't for the music in they ears, they would have lost it

The seventh album by a musician they both revered

First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world premiere

Thomas thinkin' 'bout the picture of his girl

That he left on the Aquarius Three in his dresser

Wishin' he could undress her

Give it up like no lesser

Khai thinkin' nuts like a professor

Wondering if the oxygen on this planet fresher

Now is it us or is the natural life on this world the aggressor?

All the negative shit inside of his head, he need a refresher

Two men here to save the world, no pressure

• Artist:Logic
• Album:No Pressure