New Leaf-3 - Louis Logic

We rub a couple young cats who make rap, intent on new things

Till we pulled ourselves up by our Timbo boot strings

Now introducing, two unrelated kinfolk who sing, and rap like its a family crew

thing

J’s been producing, tracks so real they’re more packed with feeling than a

menstrual mood swing

Lou brings to the table, sprinkles a fable, and raw raps for meals on

instrumentals you drink

While you blink your eyes, we mingled by, single-file, and put our music in the

aisles

And put the mom and pop shop kids in smiles, with our infantile humor and our

vintage style

Folks in denial, they changed their tune, but not half as much as JJ and Lou

How can something already made great improve, we never came late to school,

but may break the rules

I took the hate that fueled my first CD, and made a tray for tools I use to

improve diversity

So many MCs play the fool perfectly, and prefer to be untrained in school

purposely

Learn from me, take control of your true means, a vocalist who dreams,

can open a new scene

Louis and J didn’t just turn over a new leaf, this music we made is growing a

few trees

«Whats on the menu for today J?»

«How about grade A music from a group in its heyday.»

«JJ, Louis, and Dan D, are using these plant seeds

To grow fresh music the fans need.»

«Is there a chance we find the beat?

Never that

Better rhymes and beats mean what, we make better tracks»

«We let the stats do the chit-chat

Made 13 straight great so you would never have to skip tracks.»

Is this the start of something beautiful?

Or have I missed the mark and we are just having fun as usual?

Probably a bit of both, I’m not into written notes, hitting notes,

or spitting flows that’s just as musical

Whats the funeral for, as if every tune thats recorded, is scored in a room at

a morgue

You would have thought there hasn’t been a suitable song, or a dude who

performed well since 92 or before

But its two in the morning and i’m still awake, doing some yawning with my head

on a song before the pillowcase

How many groups that conform will it take, to fill your crate up with the dead

weight until it breaks

Rappers been running stealing plates for 20 years, children playing villain

games in their older brother’s gear

How someone wearing a silly clown suit from the laundry, ever became cool is

beyond me

And whats more we got used to believing, that 2 of 15 hits constitutes an

achievement

Nobody lets one rapper do the emceeing, you get crammed with so many guests

there’s no room to breathe in

But its only the best J and I are feeding 'em, cause most of you left hot out,

for mild and medium

That’s why we’re teaching them, to shine the tedium, and put a higher premium,

on fine ingredients