Hi, Logic
It's Nardwuar The Human Serviette
From Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, sayin'
Please keep on samplin' in the free world
And doot-dooda-loo-doo
Lo-gic
Nardwuar from Vancouver, British—

Bri-Bri-Bri-Bri
Bri-Bri-Bri-British (turn me up)
Bri-Bri-Bri-Bri-Bri
Bri-Bri-Bri-British (yeah, turn the whole shit up)
Bri-Bri-Bri-Bri
Bri-Bri-Bri-British (yeah, loud as fuck)
Bri-Bri-Bri-Bri
Bri—, and (you gonna have to probably extend it)
Bri-Bri-Bri-Bri ('cause I'ma go off on this bitch, ready?)
Bri-Bri-Bri-British
Bri-Bri-Bri-Bri-Bri
Bri-Bri-Bri-British (outer space gang, bitch)
Bri-Bri-Bri-Bri
Bri-Bri-Bri-British (check, that's it, bitch)
And please keep on samplin'—

What's the difference between you and me?
Came from nothin', now I'm rockin' Louis V
Suck my dick, it's Doc D
Logic hit me to appear on this final Def Jam CD
I'm the greatest rapper in the multiverse
That's why I got a million multis and a verse
Outer space gang, JT, Vorgon and Gordax
Y'all don't want the smoke, bitch, I got more gas
Then I rip your back through your thorax, fuck Sharon
Connected on the block like Bluetooth pairin'
Steady on my grind, peep the bearings
Not a single one of you motherfuckers is comin' close
I've been workin' on that Planetory Destruction, numero dos
I'm out this bitch, watch me coast