Logic – Theme for the People

Download another hot new mp3 free audio song by Logic and this amazing music is titled “Theme for the People”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of his newly released album which is titled ‘Bobby Tarantino III’.

 

Listen up below!.

 

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Lyrics

[Intro]

Yeah

 

[Verse]

This a new generation

Switch up the style, I’m regeneratin’

I be talkin’ to God when I’m hearin’ Satan

I’m black mamba, pass like I’m Michael Payton

Why you think I made Everybody?

It’s a statement, a way of life

Black is beautiful but today, in this day and age

A crooked cop will take away your life

Come now, that shit ain’t no way of life

Know some people make music but I make a statement and use it when people feel like they gon’ lose it, yeah

Why the fuck do you think whеn it comes to an album, I’m dropping like two a year?

Hold up, lеt me break down what I’m doing here

I get introspective on a record with a message deep in the lyrics

But after a while, that shit get depressing, they don’t wanna hear it

They just wanna turn up so that’s when I come back

On that Bobby Tarantino, counting money, sipping vino shit

It’s how we stay relevant to the young

I mean, I’d rather be rapping on bricks, but whatever it takes to get to the young

I ain’t mad at the fact when I rap over 808’s with the hat it make me millions

Peep the brilliance like uh

I grew up on Biggie and GZA but Roddy was bumping that Future and Thug

Give a fuck how you came up, I run up like ten out of ten just to show you some love

Man, as long as you rapping and killing shit

Fuck a car, black man own the dealership

Fuck a record label, fuck a dealer shit

Keep killing shit, keep

At the crib watching Bebop

Writing rhymes in my book and I’m bumping that heat rock, shit smoother than Pete Rock

I can’t fuck with my phone, need to detox

So I pick up the Glock like I’m John Wick

Yes, I’m in it for life like a convict

When I switch up the style, wonder who this

No ceilings like Wayne in ’09, bitch, I’m roofless