Paul Rodriguez Lyrics
[Skit: Paul Rodriguez and Logic]
Wow, I can’t believe this motherfucker Logic’s making me do this right now
So I came over, we were supposed to watch 500 Days of Summer
Um, I brought some Macallan 18, I brought some Jordan SBs, and 6ix turns over and says, “Hey, I think I got a beat for Ultra 85”
He plays it, Logic goes crazy, and next thing you know, history’s made
I’m Paul Rodriguez and I approve this message
Heh heh heh, ayo, this that Tony Hawk Pro Skater soundtrack type-beat
Welcome to Ultra 85 (Woo)
[Verse 1]
What’s up, what’s happenin’, bitch, we live
Probably thought you’d never see the day of Ultra 85
It’s been a minute, but baby, yeah now wе in it, what’s that?
The past, the presеnt, the future, and yes, the beyond
I know you thought it was over, but you know it, now it’s on
I was scared for years to try to do this album
How you follow up a classic, what’s the outcome?
Failure and tragedy, now everybody’s mad at me
‘Cause I ain’t make a carbon copy of my last shit
Fuck the past, we past it
Boy snappin’ like he elastic, listen
Feel the freedom, you can take ’em out the field and lead ’em
But you can’t make ’em drink, bitch, I’m being me, the fuck you think this is?
I am, I mean I’m is, everything that they said I wasn’t
We cookin’ but ain’t no oven, they say they hate me, I love ’em
Come now boys, sound the alarm, we brothers in arms, fuck that beef shit
Y’all ridin’ a wave, fuck that reef shit
Fuck all the shit they be talkin’ about, we practice what we preach
We walkin’ it out, no ain’t no doubt, no no, I’m on the grind like Rodriguez
According to what he says, this shit don’t happen overnight
They said Logic wouldn’t be nothing, what an embarrassing oversight
Yeah sure, you right
I’m keeping it tight like in that pocket like that ’95 Roots Datskat
Skibidi-hoop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop, stay with the gat
So don’t test me, better arrest me
Used to want hip-hop to love me
‘Cause when I was a child both of my parents would neglect me
I talk about it in therapy often
How in this game, you gotta have thick skin, she said let it soften
Be yourself unapologetically ’cause in this world that there right there don’t happen often
I’m smokin’ ’til I’m coughin’, self medicate to the coffin
‘Cause in the end we all six feet
So I’ma be catching wreck to the day I die on these 6ix beats
You emcees better retreat
Cut off my legs below my knees and still can never defeat me
Black and white like eighty-eight pianos
Lord of the Rings, my right hand look like Thanos
Hairline like Fantano’s rockin’ a yellow flannel
Y’all can’t see me like Metal Gear Solid with the camo
This the freest I’ve ever been, critics don’t let him in
I’ve graduated from the bullshit, pass me the letterman
Me and my entire team focused on being better men
Logic in the thirties, but he rappin’ like he in his prime
Goddamn, we’re the veteran
This is braggadocia at his finest
We’ve been through a lot of shit but deal with it then put it behind us
The rhyme is the illest, let’s take a look at the skill list
Yeah, I’m the motherfuckin’ greatest, I’m confident, never cocky
Don’t talk to me ’til you made it, debate it all you want
But we know this shit is off the hook
Slidin’ on this bitch like Paul with the Nolly, flip the crook
Motherfuckers don’t know nothin’ bout the hustle, bitch, I wrote the book
I’m a prodigy, I leave them shook, ones that know me know how much it took
Back rank checkmate with the rook, I feel like Magnus
Logic on this beat is murder, bitch, I’m toe taggin’ this
Ultra 85, this the catalyst, that real rap shit
Lo-fi, boom bap on that trap tip, now watch the hat hit
That SV in ’96 at the shelter, goin’ batshit, no Bruce Wayne
Oh yeah, you know this rap game produce pain like I did Fahim’s album
I made so much fuckin’ money, should call this the green album
They used to be laughin’ at him, now they out back after the show rappin’ at ’em
You lazy motherfuckers ain’t doin’ shit, up and at ’em
Oh man, get after it, get at it, don’t none of y’all want this static
Why you actin’ dramatic? This ain’t no Gangsta Grillz
I know you up in your feels, ’cause all the legends in the game respect me, I keep it real
I remember tellin’ Funk Flex, “people call me a tryhard”
He said, “you know why, dawg? ‘Cause they tried and couldn’t do it”
So that’s what is it, yeah, and every time they see you winnin’ they have to relive it
Oh yeah, now come now boy, forget it, we with it
I’m goin’ crazy committed, that shit they talkin’ omit it
We takin’ it back for these hip-hop heads like fitteds
Said it, I did it, yes I said it and did it
If you hatin’ on Logic then we all know you ain’t hit it
I provided various people with jobs like I was Steve
Kill the beat then let them grieve, I kill the beat then let them grieve
Tell me the reason I’m ripping it up on the microphone ’til I can’t breathe
This is deeper than the things you can achieve
This is deeper than the chain around your neck
This right here ’bout catchin’ rep
And murdering it every single time you put me in your deck
This that TASCAM-four-track straight to cassette
We independent now, puttin’ the major labels in debt
Bitch I’ve been wet, no PCP, you know we be free
Fuck the algorithm right now, I need that reparation
They call Logic the voice of a generation
Sippin’ scotch, facin’ a blunt
Sometimes I talk about the real shit, other times I stunt
Sometimes depression takes a hold and rips away everything that I want
We finally eatin’ but I’m still hungry
I know you feel it, you hear it, the passion
Swoopin’ like an assassin, gats blastin’ like it’s regular fashion
I’m driven, you better fasten your belt, spit heat ’til your face melt
I’m one-of-one, these other rappers were made on conveyor belts
Watch yourself, Logic wildin’, man, I’m not myself
This for Nas, this for RZA, this for Jay, this for Mos, this for Thought
This right here for Kanye, even when he be wildin’ out
Man, I listened to y’all when I was broke and ain’t had shit
Y’all were there for me even more than my dad, shit
I can say the same for Drizzy Drake, Kenny and Cole
‘Cause we a family, this hip-hop tree is all I know
And you listen and are invited to help it grow
I can’t believe it, used to wish I could achieve it
Never thought the day would come that I would see it
Not the money, not the fame, not the cameras
Not the chains, but the happiness
It makes me sad that so many in the game will never truly know what happy is
I used to think it was the streams
Used to think it was the plaques
Used to think it was awards
But none of that there facts
[Refrain]
You know what it is, homie (This right here)
You know what it is, homie (This right here)
You know what it is, homie (This right here)
You know what it is, homie (This right here)
You know what it is, homie (This right here)
You know what it is, homie (This right here)
You know what it is, homie (This right here)
You know what it is, homie (This right here)
You know what it is-
[Verse 2]
Logic be wildin’, T-Man right there he gon’ style and you know I’m going bezerk
Everybody want it all but don’t wanna put in the work
You want that? My heat work
You want that? It’s teamwork
You got that? The dream work, no Pixar
Worth a hundred million when it’s all said and done
Yeah, the basement was the kickstart
It kicked us to the stars and beyond
I do this for my wife, little Bobby and Leon, my son to be
We took him to outer space then we took him to the Wild West
I created this universe because I was depressed
Feel like I did not have a space to call my own
Fuck a tastemaker, gatekeeper, hip-hop’s my only home
Blacklisted by some, top ten listed by others
This that summertime, Kool & The Gang, me and my brothers
Taking it back like primitive, tell me now who gon’ let ’em live
Shit, like Hov said, can I live?
[Verse 3]
Ayy, check it, this that Lupe in ’06
This that Lupe last week, this that timeless flow
You better listen when I speak, I’m at the podium snatching mics like I kidnapped Jackson
Lights, camera, action, blunts we passin’
See if you ain’t get the message now, this whole song is about passion
This is everything I got, it’s everything I have to give
If that ain’t enough for y’all, man, fuck you, I’m happy
My dick works, you name it, I got it
I don’t say that shit to brag, I say that shit to let ’em know
Kid on welfare and food stamps really achieved the goal
I made thirty million dollars six years ago
This ain’t about the money and the fame, it’s about the fuckin’ flow
The love, the music, the people, the drums
The happy, the sad, the highs and the lows
Let me repeat this so all of y’all out there listenin’ know
The flow, the love, the music, the people
The drums, the happy, the sad, the highs, the lows
The shit that most of these people do not know
I’m doing this shit cause I love it and I never won’t
I make music for those who love it and not the ones who don’t
[Refrain]
85
Ultra 85
Ultra 85
Ultra 85
Ultra 85
Ultra 85
Ultra 85
Ultra 85
Ultra 85
Ultra 85
[Bridge]
Welcome to the motherfuckin’ future, ah yeah
You motherfuckers better buckle up man, we going to outer space with this one, y’all
[Refrain]
Come on, come on, come on, come on, uh-uh
Come on, come on, come on, come on, uh
Come on, come on, come on, come on, uh
Come on, come on, come on, come on, uh
Come on, come on, come on, come on, uh
Come on, come on, come on, come on, uh
Now come on, come on, come on, come on
[Interlude: Pimp C]
Knockin’— knockin’— knockin’— knockin’— knockin’ doors down, showin’ parts around
I’ma come through and show my wood pine
Knockin’— knockin’ doors down, showin’ parts around
I’ma come through and show my wood— show my wood
Knockin’— knockin’ doors— doors down, showin’ parts around
I’ma come through— through
Knockin’ doors down, showin’ parts around
I’ma come through and show my wood— show my wood— show my wood
[Break: Logic]
Now
[Skit]
We’re tracking you now, uh
Airship there, we got the Aquarius III and uh, we got ya
We’re all clear here, Thomas
Before we had an issue with one of the doors earlier, but maintenance came on down and fixed that up
Alright, Tom, that’s everything on my end, here
You’re clear for departure
I’ll tell you what’s up I’m getting real sick and tired of this synthetic gravity so I hooked… oh my bad
[Skit: Thomas, Kai, and Roslyn]
So, you’re my new partner, huh?
Yes, sir. The name’s William Kai, first officer and man of infantry, and I take it you’re this vessel’s new captain
Yep, that’s me. Quentin Thomas. Pleasure to meet you
Hey, Roslyn, please tell Mission Control docking sequence was successful and the Aquarius III is now commencing separation
Of course
Roslyn? Did they update the fleet’s AI program again?
I know, right? Feels like as soon as you get to know them, they’re on to the next
Initiating thrusters for departure
Munitions check
Quantum cannons engaged
Mission 1019 go for departure. Star date 2110. Mission Control has given access granted. Emergency systems green and fuel is 100%
Well kid, you ready to do this?
Well if I can be honest sir, this is my first time leaving Babel
No shit? Well, don’t worry. I brought music
