Logic Orville (feat. Blu & Exile & Like)
[Intro: Logic]
What's the threat?
Bitch, I'm on one
Yeah, you f..ckin' with the wrong—, wrong one
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Little echoes (Wrong one, wrong one)
Yeah, you f..ckin' with the wrong—, wrong one
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh
Bitch, I'm on one
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh (Yeah)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh (Yeah, ayo, uh)
[Verse 1: Logic]
Ayo, what's the deal? Mind too active, can't sit still
I kinda feel like I just took a limitless pill
I'm Captain Mercer on the beat, watch me murder the Krill
That's a sci-fi reference, nerd shit my preference
Family is the only thing that mattеrs, bitch, I'm Stefan
I can't believе at first sight you thought I was Steve
Bitch, I'll orphan you, shapeshift and morph into your mom
Slit your throat and make it look like she's the one that committed the crime
You know I'm too committed to rhyme since my first show in Chicago
Never throwin' shade, we keepin' it light like vitiligo
Chain around my neck glisten like El Dorado
Can't f..ck bitches with baggage, you married a ho with cargo
Bitches be jumpin' ship, word to Argo
If you don't understand that line, no need for an apology
You stupid motherfucker, I'm referencin' Greek mythology
I never went to college, B
And made millions while you pissed like you majored in urology
Now logically, I'm the top MC
How dare you got the nerve to bring that weak shit, neuropathy
Ain't no stoppin' me
Even if you stand on my grave, you're never toppin' me
[Chorus: Blu & Exile with Like]
Down, down, that's how we get down
Down, yeah, yeah, you know get down
Pick the mic up and then we get down, down
So high up that it's down
[Verse 2: Like & Blu]
Wow, my shit so profound
Wow, y'all done bit the whole style
Wow, I don't trip, I just smile
Murderous shit, I fit the profile
Murder was the case, had that shit on tape
Play this in the whip, man, that shit gon' crank
You steady talkin' shit like your shit don't stank (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
News flash, buddy, we the shit, move right
[Verse 3: Blu]
From irrelevant back to relevant in a matter of seconds
Shattered misconceptions
Misdirected, inheaded in my direction
Intelligent and I'm tellin' it
Droppin' heavy shit that's still heaven sent
The freshest prince, utmost, definite, deadin' it
'Fore niggas can't fathom who they effin' with
Raw, no condom, you still can't come correct with it
I represent a specialist of artists who never charted
But never parted, often regarded as the hardest
As the autumn falls in, tell the wind I never fail
Leaves do, emcees too, but the pros propel
Don't tell, another cup of XXL, trouble for sale
Back bustin' a couple of shells, for Durell
Logic asked me, "What the deal?"
Back then, it was a film per album plus a couple mill'
Plug pulled the rug from up under my wheels
Humbly kill, stomach and pills, fumblin' bills, shit
Killed the player like Jada did Will Smith
For tryna play the same game, nigga, you will quit
I still spit, like it's foot on my throat, 'til I'm a ghost
Still not a G.O.A.T. but I feel like the G.O.A.T, end of my quote, go
[Outro: Logic]
Bitch, I'm on one
Yeah, you f..ckin' with the wrong—, wrong one
Bitch, I'm on one, bitch, I'm on one
Yeah, you f..ckin' with the wrong one, with the wrong one, one, one
Yeah, you f..ckin' with—
You f..ckin' with—, you f..ckin' with—
You f..ckin' with the wrong—, wrong one
You f..ckin' with—, you f..ckin' with—
You f..ckin' with the wrong—, wrong one
