“His manager irritating as fuck,” Rahlo joked, nodding toward Al, who stood there like a proud father. “Nah, I’m fucking with him, but this man rides for Lo, and I mean that in more ways than one. He wasn’t letting up until he got him in the studio with us and the rest was magic.”
“Wow, that’s a good friend.” Bree nodded.
“This not just my friend,” Al spoke. “This my brother and if he’s the one with the talent, then guess what, we doing what we need to do in order for him to be seen.”
“Swear,” Czar said. “I only know a few rappers in the game who can control their voice like this man. Logic really don’t needfeatures. He so fucking talented that you’ll think three people on the track and it’s just him.”
“Logic,” Bree turned to him, “Is that something you practiced?”
“Not intentionally,” he answered. “I used to read my sisters bedtime stories and they wanted everybody in the story to have a different voice. I tried it one day while I was rhyming and it became a thing.”
“Wow.” She smiled. “That’s dope.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
“How long have you been rapping?” DJ Rhythm asked.
“Since grade school.” Logic chuckled. “Me and this nigga Al used to have the lunchroom rocking. We met Duce,” he pointed behind him, “In ninth grade and found out he was good with beats. The rest was history.”
“Who are the other two people with you?”
“That’s my assistant, Alicia, and my content creator, Joe.”
“Ok, is this what a dream team looks like?”
“Something like that.”
“Before you were signed, did you drop music on your own?”
“Here and there, but nothing like that. I didn’t take it as serious as I should’ve.”
“What changed?”
“My appetite,” Logic replied. “I need more out of life, and I refuse to keep settling for scraps. No disrespect to people working 9 to 5s, but that shit not for me. I’ll never be ok with working for pennies and the government wanting to take half of nothing.”
“Real shit,” Czar agreed.
“Respect.” DJ Rhythm bobbed his head. “Aight look, I gotta ask, what’s your beef with Dex? I’ve heard rumors of yall going toe to toe, what’s that about?”
“Toe to toe?” Logic cockily chuckled. “That nigga not fucking with me on my worst day.”
“So, there’s beef?” Bree leaned forward.
“No. I simply don’t fuck with the nigga and that’s that.”
“Your freestyleDexter the Heckleris going viral,” DJ Rhythm stated. “Now that was off the dome?”
“Yea. I was bullshitin'.” Logic chuckled in the mic. “That man is a bully and I just needed to let him know ain’t no lil dog shit this way.”
“Well, you’re a better rapper than him anyway, so I’m team you,” Bree flirted.
“Are you worried about retaliation?” DJ Rhythm asked. “I know you hurt that man's feelings and he isn’t going to just lay down and take it.
“Nah. I’m not worried about shit,” Logic answered, keeping the answer short and sweet. He wasn’t worried about Dexter or no other nigga for that matter. If and when Dexter was ready to get his lick back, Logic would be ready for him.
“I hear that.” Bree nodded. “We gone take a few calls before we play your new single, cool?”
“Cool.” Logic nodded, sitting back in his seat. Alicia leaned forward and passed him a water bottle, which he accepted. “Good looking.” He winked at her. Glancing over at Rahlo, Logic caught the look of approval. His prodigy was turning out to bea good investment. Rahlo appreciated that Logic didn’t do too much and he said just enough.
