Logic – Orville (ft. LIKE & Blu & Exile) (Audio, Lyrics)

Logic - Orville (ft. LIKE & Blu & Exile) (prod. 6ix)

American rapper and record producer, Logic is out with a new 6ix-produced song titled “Orville”. The song was produced by LIKE & Blu & Exile. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Logic Orville
Logic Orville

We’re inching closer to that June 17 release date and once again, Logic returns with another single. Vinyl Days will arrive next month and Logic hasn’t been shy about sharing one track after another. Last week, we received his DJ Premier-assisted “Vinyl Days,” the obvious title track of his record, and today (May 27), Logic is back with a stacked team as he called on Like along with dynamic Los Angeles duo Blu & Exile for “Orville.”

This single is on par with the essence of Vinyl Days, as Logic is seemingly sonically inspired by the music that paved the way for Rap artists today. The rapper’s releases on this record are reminiscent of the music that arose in those New York City Burroughs during the inception of Hip Hop, and Logic looks to be going all out for his final album on Def Jam.

Logic – Orville (ft. LIKE & Blu & Exile) (prod. 6ix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Logic]
What’s the threat?
Bitch, I’m on one
Yeah, you fuckin’ with the wrong—, wrong one
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Little echoes (Wrong one, wrong one)
Yeah, you fuckin’ 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 matters, bitch, I’m Stefan
I can’t believe 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 fuck 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 fuckin’ with the wrong—, wrong one
Bitch, I’m on one, bitch, I’m on one
Yeah, you fuckin’ with the wrong one, with the wrong one, one, one
Yeah, you fuckin’ with—
You fuckin’ with—, you fuckin’ with—
You fuckin’ with the wrong—, wrong one
You fuckin’ with—, you fuckin’ with—
You fuckin’ with the wrong—, wrong one

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