Porta one Songtext
von Logic
Porta one Songtext
Funkmaster Flex (Funkmaster Flex, Funkmaster Flex)
Oh, we gotta put the f- camera on that joint
Let it spin around, see the room (bring the motherf- ruckus)
We should literally (bring the motherf- ruckus)
Put that sh- right here and just let it spin
Around the room, you know what I mean?
But, anyway (bring the motherf- ruckus), yo
I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk
I′m that motherf-r Tarantino, dawn 'til dusk
Hit the homie Mac DeMarco like, "What up, my man?
I need some raw sh-," and he recommended the Tascam
I′m talkin' hip-hop sh- straight to tape
He did the 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 f- blow like Hiroshim′
I'm on the scene, never flippin′ scripts like a pharmacist
I am quite the opposite, talk sh-, get hit quick
Give a f- what you talkin' ′bout, y'all can s- my d-
This that DOOM sh-
J. Dilla, Madlib, MadGic comin′ soon, sh-
I get the p- 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 f-, but don′t test my mic
It's Logic
Bring the motherf- ruckus
Bring the motherf- ruckus (haha, hey, yo, yo)
I rip - hardcore like p- flick b-
Classic like turntables, beatbox and floppy diskettes
A young Tom Cruise is with me and we′re risky business
I delivered more gifts to the game than a thousand Christmases
(Psht-psh) like a yellowjacket teamed with those metal ratchets
Spin your head back like DJ Scratch about to scratch it
Smack the fader, the rapper's sabre swings, decapitates you
Leave your couch stained like Jheri curl activator
Soul Glow, Soul Train, voice blow like Coltrane
Boomerang back to the track, push your hair back
You need more than Rogaine, no pain, no gain
Like Patti LaBelle say, but me and Logic, it′s no thing
Vinyl Days, Vinyl Days, leave your mind astray
Even with application maps, they can't find the way
Back to pure hip-hop tracks, Marley Marl, Biz Markie
BDP, Eric B., Kool G Rap, and Large P, please, ha
Oh, we gotta put the f- camera on that joint
Let it spin around, see the room (bring the motherf- ruckus)
We should literally (bring the motherf- ruckus)
Put that sh- right here and just let it spin
Around the room, you know what I mean?
But, anyway (bring the motherf- ruckus), yo
I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk
I′m that motherf-r Tarantino, dawn 'til dusk
Hit the homie Mac DeMarco like, "What up, my man?
I need some raw sh-," and he recommended the Tascam
I′m talkin' hip-hop sh- straight to tape
He did the 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 f- blow like Hiroshim′
I'm on the scene, never flippin′ scripts like a pharmacist
I am quite the opposite, talk sh-, get hit quick
Give a f- what you talkin' ′bout, y'all can s- my d-
This that DOOM sh-
J. Dilla, Madlib, MadGic comin′ soon, sh-
I get the p- 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 f-, but don′t test my mic
It's Logic
Bring the motherf- ruckus
Bring the motherf- ruckus (haha, hey, yo, yo)
I rip - hardcore like p- flick b-
Classic like turntables, beatbox and floppy diskettes
A young Tom Cruise is with me and we′re risky business
I delivered more gifts to the game than a thousand Christmases
(Psht-psh) like a yellowjacket teamed with those metal ratchets
Spin your head back like DJ Scratch about to scratch it
Smack the fader, the rapper's sabre swings, decapitates you
Leave your couch stained like Jheri curl activator
Soul Glow, Soul Train, voice blow like Coltrane
Boomerang back to the track, push your hair back
You need more than Rogaine, no pain, no gain
Like Patti LaBelle say, but me and Logic, it′s no thing
Vinyl Days, Vinyl Days, leave your mind astray
Even with application maps, they can't find the way
Back to pure hip-hop tracks, Marley Marl, Biz Markie
BDP, Eric B., Kool G Rap, and Large P, please, ha
Writer(s): Robert F. Diggs, David Allen Axelrod, Robert Bryson Hall Ii, Arjun Ivatury Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com