Intro (to One Bar Left)

Yo, what up? It’s Illogic on the mic, Columbus, Ohio, Weightless Recordings, Ill Poetic on the track, it’s been a while since I gave you a little taste of the lyrics, ya mean? Ya’m saying? Aight, check it out, yo

C’mon into the gates, homie
And leave with a hole in your face the size of a dinner plate, homie
I got a taste for fresh rapper, I’m sick of waiting
Want it straight raw, never mind the seasoning and basting
Please make it to the top or at least go gold
I wanna get you while you’re hot ‘cause I hate when my food is cold
I cast sound checks and deposit logic
You roll with a bunch of rejects, my tape deck ejects, you need to stop it
Too often I unmask the fake in the streets
You say you’re flossing, I just see you cleaning your teeth
You’re ‘bout as fly as a maggot, faggot, you’ll get stepped on
I try to press on but always seem to find the traffic
I’m revolutionary by any means
Revolving at thirty-three and a half evolutions of the ‘70s
Turn your ego down a notch, you’re blaring arrogance
And check under your hood ‘cause your career’s leaking relevance
Bring your hardest artist, I’ll bury him
Six feet deep beneath an underground creek in Maryland
Sorry I’m not gold fronts glistening or rims spinnin’
A ghetto hymns of drug dealing so fans start listening
I’m somewhere between lost my mind and insane
Somewhere between Kurt Cobain and John Coltrane
The game has, you won’t change, I built my own name
You hit the highway, I make my own lanes
‘cause I’m cacophony carnivore, I kill noise for dinner
You ain’t hardcore, Twinkie bodied with a cream-filled center, I’m tellin’ ya
I’m similar to a Mac truck ‘cause I flatten tracks with raps
And start to beat when I lay backups, wait, back up
Ill spits vicious, expect it
I hand out stage presence like it’s Christmas, this just in
This kid’s pen’s a fire hazard ‘cause I’m clever
When I write, it’s like I’m rubbing two sticks together, look
I’m the kind of rhymer they hate to see
So many styles a pound of clay can’t shift shapes with me
I’m Bus-town’s finest with a timeless catalog of masterpieces
And y’all can’t get out your releases
I rep Weightless slash Greenhouse slash amazing
I’ll spring forward with rap, you’ll fall back like daylight savings
I didn’t come to play, I came to change the game
And I’m sure after these forty bars, you’ll remember the name, Ill