On “A2Z,” Logic teaches his son — Little Bobby — the alphabet.
In Part I, each of his bars throughout the song hit on each letter in the alphabet whether it be direct or subliminal.
Logic uses an old, embarrassing recording from 2005 — his first song — in Part II in an attempt to show people what...
[Part I]
[Intro]
You wanna learn your ABCs, little Bobby?
Yeah? You wanna learn your ABCs? Yeah?
Yeah, let's do it
[Verse]
Yeah, ayy, I been real that's all I ever knew how to be
Fuck what you heard, I only write what I see
Second I deploy, I destroy 'til the tank on E
The underdog, they wouldn't bank on me
F 'em all, I feel the beat in my heart like cholesterol, check the EKG
HNIC, ain't nobody flyer than me
Not a single one of you that I know conspire to be
I hit the J and get as high as can be
Okay, maybe not as high as can be
I'm a businessman, I got important people to see
Mainly No I.D. cooking up in studio D
That underground shit, L train across town shit
This that Nas, it's like Queensbridge, king, crown shit
Study my lyricism whenever you and your friends meet
I got enough M's in the bank to make ends meet
Oh my God, get gritty, '96 P Diddy, setting fire to the city
Keep it real, keep it true, sicker than the flu
You can smoke government dope and not get higher than my IQ
Are you ready? I'm calm my arms are steady
I'm armed and ready, digging in you like a machete
Surprise, confetti
You going to need more than bed rest when I hit you with these 26 bullets, no excess
I never went to school, never went to MIT, but my imagination out of this world like MIB
Who are you to me? These other rappers envy me, the MVP, born and raised in MD, get it B
Don't get it confused, fuck the style everyone use
Switch up the rhythm every track, flows, I never double use
X marks the spot, every day I give what I got
That's why I'm on top, steady running shit and you not
You steadily flop, every album steadily drop
Think you can do it 'cause I do it? Come now, boy, better stop
Trying to take me out? My advice is aim for the top
I know I make rapping look easy, but I promise it's not
[Part II]
[Intro]
Bob's Demo 2005
Take one, yo
I set my sh—
Nah, on the second thought I can't play this
Come on, play it, man
Play that shit, man
Come on, nigga, play that shit
[Verse]
Never one to flip scripts
I'm more raw than imaginary rubbers
Rain in the gutter, my talent is Night Killer
Always flowing venomous, never rolling in regiments
Whipping riddles intelligence, you got beef, then we settle it
Possibilities is endless, you'll never catch me pen-less
Suicidal lyrics, controvers' like stem-cell research
Ain't no time to compromise, my rhymes immortalized
Visualize as I vocalize, worldly lies, that we're hypnotized
Staring into space like the Enterprise
Contemplating on words that shall arise
Mentality merciless, never sympathize
Yeah
Smoking weed in gazebos, incognito
Attracting more microphones than Magneto and that's real
Blunts keep rolling like bitches on E pills
Logic credited his newborn son on the track and even gave him a percentage of the publishing:
Little bobby is actually credited as a writer on A2Z and has a percentage of the song. The money he makes from his publishing will go into an account I will surprise him with when he’s of ageLol— Bobby No...
On his twitch stream, Logic explained the first half of the track:
We’re running through the alphabet here […] We go through the whole shit.
Logic premiered “Bob’s Demo” on his twitch stream and explained it:
For all the fans who wish they could hear those unreleased songs, why not give you the first song […] This is a young Bobby, 15 years ago, recording his first demo tape.