Porta one Logic (Ft. RZA)

[Intro: Logic]
Funkmaster Flex (Funkmaster Flex, Funkmaster Flex)
Oh, we gotta put the fuckin' camera on that joint
Let it spin around, see the room (Bring the motherfuckin' ruckus)
We should literally (Bring the motherfuckin' ruckus)
Put that shit right here and just let it spin (Bring the mother— Bring the motherfuckin' ruckus)
Around the room, you know what I mean? But, anyway (Bring the motherfuckin' ruckus), yo

[Verse 1: Logic]
I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk
I'm that motherfucker Tarantino, dawn 'til dusk
Hit the homie Mac DeMarco like, "What up, my man?
I need some raw shit," and he recommendеd the Tascam
I'm talkin' hip-hop shit straight to tape
He did thе Salad Days demos on it and it sounded great
Any real musician listenin' can relate
I feel like the RZA recording in '88
Prince Rakeem, I fuckin' blow like Hiroshim'
I'm on the scene, never flippin' scripts like a pharmacist
I am quite the opposite, talk shit, get hit quick
Give a fuck what you talkin' 'bout, y'all can suck my dick
This that DOOM shit
J. Dilla, Madlib, MadGic comin' soon, shit
I get the pussy wetter than a monsoon hit, y'all
Ayo, ayo, y'all play games, MoCap, I don't cap
I do this for the love of hip-hop, I don't rap
Open up your chest like EMS light
Who the best? Don't give a fuck, but don't test my mic
It's Logic