Acapella: Vinyl Days by Logic
Producer: Zaruflo

LYRICS:
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(Conductor)

Yeah-yeah, yeah
Vinyl Days
DJ Premier
That's my homie, that's my idol
On the road to success but y'all idle
6ix on the beat, Rattpack, motherfucker, let's go
Here we go, let's get it all


All I need is one mic, one pen, one page to ignite
Subject matter heavy but the flow is MC Lyte
You mad as fuck, all you see is red like a conservative
All the critics do is talk, I'm really not concerned with it
Hella tired and we can make your residency permanent
Several shots, they tyin' up your body with a tourniquet
Let 'em rock, it's obvious that he don't know who turn it is
Keep my circle tight-knit 'cause people move deceitful
Money and greed will expose you to the root of evil
Already proved myself, not worried 'bout who's my equal
Far from an anti-vaxxer but I moved the needle
Shit got me wonderin' if what I do is legal
Fuck it, I'm goin' a hunnid in this Buick Regal
Fuck it, I'm goin' a hunnid playin' I'm Beanie Sigel
You still run that old game, like a Neo Geo
You lookin' for me? I'ma be in Rio
Sunbathin' off the coast, sippin' Pinot Grigio
Out the country so much they like, "Easy, gringo"
Straight off the two-track, don't need a single
Travelled abroad for my catalog
With all this money, recording raps on my Macintosh, call it Apple sauce
Even with the cameras off, I be spazzin', dawg
Drum machine, analog, the North Face camouflage
That lo-fi dusty, Panasonic with the trackin' off
Marijuana smoke fill the air like L.A. traffic smog


Come on, homie, listen to the voice of reason
Yeah, you talk a lot of shit but don't want the beef like a vegan
Was passin' through like the aux channel
And then I fell asleep on you, shit, we call you the golf channel
I'm barbecue grillin' these rappers in Croc sandals
Got money to cop Lambos but I'd rather chop samples
Many lines, many rhymes, shit gutter like Pennywise
Shoutout Big Brother, got many eyes
I'm like Malcolm peekin' through the mini-blinds
Fuckin' with Logic, that's the reason that you stop breathing
Cardiac arrest caught you at your chest
Should've wore a vest, now you all a mess
You no kind of threat, you should've worn a dress
Polo high-tech with the navy crest
Cut from the cloth you couldn't thread with a needle
Bought the shit at Fred Segal, got your bitch spread eagle
The revolution won't be televised, they tellin' lies
They wanna strip your soul away and lead you to a well that's dry
That's why we in the kitchen cookin', know you smell the vibes
And stick to your ribs shit, no frozen fries, go against the gang, get pulverized
I'm at the crib watch-watchin' Cobra Kai, thinkin' to myself, "God damn, how old am I?"
Rose through depression like a rose, I was destined
Your boy reach his goals like D-Rose with the left hand
When life takes a toll, I suppose it's a lesson (Conductor)

CONDUCTOR

杖のおじいさん　避けりゃ他にぶつかり
またこの計算　ミスりゴメンうっかり
朝ドラ気づけば次の朝ドラに
俺 あー？いまどこ？ 忘れたすっかり
遅れたバス待つ間に蚊に刺され
俺は爪刺し かゆみを消した
俺は否定した　君も否定した
なら間違いない なのに失敗した
自分にウソはつかないと職を辞めた
アイツは結局ココロを病んだ
多分ね　俺はその気持ちわかんだ
「人生ってワンダー」なんてごまかすな
先輩になったら先輩が言ってた
変なアドバイスの意味わかりました
いまさらですよね　マヌケです ゴメンなさい
浅い俺は ダサい

どどどど　どーなってんの？
ど　ど どど　どーなってんの？
どどどど　どーなってんの？
ど　ど どど　どーなってんの？
わり切れ　イラつきのシッポを切れ
わり切れ　イラつきのシッポを切れ
わり切れ　イラつきのシッポを切れ
弾切れになったならちょっと休め

真面目が倒れて サボりが生きのびる
ほどほどで行け テキトーモードで行け
最後まで向き合った君が負けようが
大恥をかこうが 賞賛おくろうか
意味求めることに意味はあるのか
君はわかるのか　俺わからない
意味なんてない　そんでいくらでもあるさ
まとまるさ　どんな価値観があっても
完全不完全のカーチェイスだ
でも どっちもいまではガス欠だ
そんな終わった世界　みんなやるせない
困難な時代　それでも生きたい
こいつが世界のマスターキー
そんなんないからバスター・キートンでも観ながら
偉大なる無表情
何があっても崩れない今日も

どどどど　どーなってんの？
ど　ど どど　どーなってんの？
どどどど　どーなってんの？
ど　ど どど　どーなってんの？
わり切れ　イラつきのシッポを切れ
わり切れ　イラつきのシッポを切れ
わり切れ　イラつきのシッポを切れ
弾切れになったならちょっと休め

生まれてこなかったあの子
俺はずっと君を想ってる　きっと
雨が上がったなら散歩に行こう
やまなくてもいいや散歩に行こう


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