Welcome to the No Pressure Program. ♪♪ Good evening. This is O. I'm very happy I am to be back in the United States and back on the network, even for so short a visit as this one. Back with old friends like... No ID. ...who's tonight's director. Nobody argued this point. A lot of people asked us to do it again, so it's gratifying to get the chance to do it again, so it's gratifying to get the chance now. No ID. Personally, I've never met anybody who didn't like... The Incredible Truth Story. Not tonight. What we do have is a thriller. It's half as good as we think it is. You can call it... Classic. ...quite possibly. A little escapade of mine involving a couple of planets, which shall be nameless, is responsible. Doesn't really matter. A story doesn't have to appeal to the heart. It can also appeal to the spine. And with two magic words. Ay, no pressure. Never graduated, but I school them like professor. Growing up, the world always told me I was lesser. Growing up, the world told me I could not address her. Gangsters put that heat to your head like a hairdresser. If you press an issue on they block... Hey, Logic. Snake here. I hear you're planning world domination through a new form of Metal Gear. Well, listen to me. It won't work. This liquor that I'm drinking got me thinking about some other ***. Feeling like I'm sinking like Titanic in some other ship. Word to your mothership. Boy, that's that gutter ***. Breaking down the weed to get high as Thomas and Kai. Bitch, y'all ain't ready for that ***. That's more like Ultra 85. Memories of powdered milk and roaches in my cereal. Praying that my crew next like cotton material. Never had a car. That's why I hate the *** bus. Took the 61 to Germantown and hit them guns bust. Call it static. My headphones on. It's Illmatic. On my Rosa Parks in the back writing like B-Rabbit how I carry it. Mudded and beaten and I'ma bury it. Producing tracks for the underground like Harriet. Drop another number one and watch them all get mad again. Memorizing verses like the Vatican. I'm glad again. Empty the clip and then do that again. And now we riding around the city on the dollar 25. Boy, you better keep your head down if you wanna stay alive. People telling you to stay in your lane. Can't even drive. Tell you not to taste your dreams cause they chained to a 9 to 5. I'm too alive like twins in a womb. Come hither, consume all of my memories from past and present like two identities. Logic falling off it's an obscenity. Top five, I better be steadily dark in these bitches like I'm a pedigree. Attained class with no degree. Fork a GED EBT and a HOC. Feeling free. Yeah, I'm feeling free. But it costs a fee to be the boss it costs to be. Overpossessing's like an apostrophe. It's chemical warfare on the block. Who got the rock? A tablespoon of baking soda leave you shell shocked. Leave the pusher in a cell block. And it's customer in a box. The government got my pops. The government can't be stopped. I'm a gladiator. This *** right here more like random thought. It's more like... We interrupt this transmission with a special report.