Ten Years (Feat. Royce Da 5'9'')

Okay, so this motherfucker Logic Flies all the way to New York to play chess with GZA Check it out A show that he does Yeah, yeah And let me tell you, this is the first time actually anybody beat GZA In this chess series, in these chess games Yeah, yeah So let's just say Logic served him up a queen's gambit Verse 1: Logic Egon got the La Tâche in the cellar My rhymes affect the game, Mandela Vinyl Days kind of like the days of Roc-A-Fella Yeah, I'm on the beat, but you know I murder a cappella I stepped in Def Jam building the other day I ain't ask for fifty million like I was Ye I shot the video for Tetris in the hallway In the CEO office, boy, I'm talkin' Jay Feet all on the couch like I'm Rick James Skyline of the city through the window pane Then spit the verse on the air conditioner Listen up, dishin' up food for thought In rare condition, peep the diction Pen bleed all over the pulp, no fiction My description of how I write lyrics is off the wall, no Egyptian Flowin' in code, peep the encryption Ayo, ayo, my Rolodex shine brighter than my Rolex Trust my gut 'cause I know best, people think that I know less But that's 'cause I never talk, all I ever do is walk in Like Christopher Wallace, my shit flawless Come with the rawless like Nobu Y'all don't want the beef, niggas tofu All of 'em was prayin' I was stayin' retired, y'all too hopeful I got a notebook full of more bars than Bourbon Street Word to Curren$y, peep the urgency Logic bringin' boom bap back, this shit is the resurgency Can't fuck with that mumble-schmumble shit, it fuckin' burdens me Chorus: Logic Ayo, ten years driven in the game with the brights on Ten years I murdered your ears when the mic's on Ten years hit after hit, I got the sights on Ten years on Def Jam, I kept the lights on, boy Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9 I ain't a hoodlum, they ain't arrest or murder me yet Why ain't I Muslim Jay Elec' ain't converted me yet The chain immaculate, the plaque glisten the same as the jewelry The pain is practiced, just sit back 'cause this shit came with the groupie The stainless MAC tin clip attachment fit the frame of this Uzi Just can't imagine it in the act of shit to drain this jacuzzi This ain't no actin', reenact the scripts, this ain't a real movie This ain't no rapper switchin' to activist, this danger feel newbie Hold up, diamonds got me seasick, pursuin' dreams Tryna stop the street shit, exhuming kings Imagine drinkin' three fifths to a human being 'Cause a human being deemed me three-fifths a human being How much chillin', dope, and dough I done mentioned Bros I convinced to go out on lynches Even sister Kamala, Joe Biden henchmen Either niggas T'Challa or Josiah Henson Slugs to who ever the fuck that loves you This could get uglier than a Funk Flex love booth Always coppin' fly shit, Adidas, Reeboks On all they top five lists, just probably not B Dot's Outro: Royce Da 5'9 & JuansArts Woah This is what happens when an unmovable object meets an unstoppable force Like two freight trains goin' head-to-head in a collision Unstoppable, unbeatable, unbreakable They're goin' at it, head-to-head, toe-to-toe This is the most gangster shit I've ever seen Logic and GZA, this is an unparalleled match