Porta One Song Lyrics

Description:- Porta One Lyrics Logic ft. RZA are Provided in this article. This is a new song which is sang by famous Singer Logic. This song is from Vinyl Days album. This song will release on 17 June 2022.

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Song:– Porta One

Singer:– Logic

Featuring:– RZA

Album:– Vinyl Days

Producer:– 6ix

Written:– Logic & RZA

Label:– Def Jam Recordings & Visionary Music Group

Porta One Lyrics 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 the EMS light
Who the best? Don’t give a fuck, but don’t test my mic
It’s Logic

[Interlude: RZA]
Bring the motherfuckin’ ruckus
Bring the motherfuckin’ ruckus (Haha, hey, yo, yo)

[Verse 2: RZA]
I rips it hardcore like porno flick bitches
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 pure hip-hop tracks, Marley Marl, Biz Markie
BDP, Eric B., Kool G Rap, and Large P, please, ha