Toca Tuesdays Freestyle

They call me L-O-G-IC up in, up in NYC
Spittin' it off the top of the dome
Murkin' they chromosomes can you feel it
The second I inhale it
Never despair it we got it
Yes, I been risen, hit em' real quick
Off the top, never written
Goddamn, can you feel it
Said can you feel it
Check it, check it, check it now
It's crazy running into fans shake your hand
Shit and on occasion runnin' into some stans
That'll do anything just to get
They demo in your hands
I tell em it's all love, I
Wish you the best fam, and man
On the real, it's really hella crazy
This is how we do it
Let me get it for the fans check it
Smoking in London while the snow fall
In another country so pardon me
For the roll call
Damn, who would've thought the fan
Base was this immense
On the first fucking train to
Paris so pardon my french shows sold out
Fans in line even though it's cold out
Yeah, touring Europe getting swiss cheese
Many said I'd never attain it
Now I'm like, "bitch please, what up?"
Allow me to open up the
Verse with something so diverse
Now let the flow immerse
Hold up watch it disperse visions of Biggie
Big L and 2Pac just looking at me
From the gates of Heaven while
The police booking at me
Open your mental while bitches give
Me brain with no dental
Y'all probably think I'm crazy
For touching this instrumental
Shout out my cousin Ego
He know this shit's sentimental
Been doing this shit for my dogs
Holding down the kennel
I hit my ex, check it, I hit my ex
Strictly off the top, never written
That is what we doing now
Gotta spit it off the top, like blao
L-O-G-IC I'm reppin' MD to the fullest
Push us but never pull us we got it
Goddamn, can you feel it
Actin' like they know me
But they don't so y'all can blow me
Chilling with the homie Tony
Yes we got it off the top
The t-o-p I do it to the fullest
So let me keep it going
So let me keep it flowing
Get it get it, like that