Текст песни Do What Ya Feel

Ha ha ha ha ha

Follow just do what ya feel and I'm a follow

I'm a follow just do what ya feel and we gon' follow

Just do what ya feel and I'm a follow

Just do what ya feel and I'm a follow

Haha, Meth-Tical

Who wanna flip with the acrobatic

From ground zero all the way to attic

What we be smokin', Tical

The reservoir is now open

I swim the English Channel backstrokin'

You don't know me or my style

We hold court and blow trial

You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files

Who be next now, man's down, hands down

Foreground by your side when it go down

I dedicate this next dart to my fucking heart

Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one word

Time, time 4 Sum Aksion, dreamin' 'bout Toni Braxton

Blowin' her back out like Bob Baglin

I'm throwin' wrestling holds

Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot

If it don't hip it don't hop

If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life

I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin' through

That Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule

Better move with a set of tools

I be doin' it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual

I load the mic then cock, drop it like three quarters

When I slaughter don't get caught in the water

'Cause the Brick's got it's own World Order

Leave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her

Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease

Did more drugs than pharmacies

So call me that lyrical Genovera, you can't compare

Get you steppin' like stairs, frats, sororities

Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority

Of niggaz lookin' hard at me, I Port 'em like Authority

And when my nigga Meth shine

Out the inner how high mobile rollin' three dimes at a time

Redman and Method Man still

(High, high)

It's that Jersey representer

Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter

Word, just do what ya feel and I'm a follow

Just do what ya feel and I'm a follow

Just do what ya feel and I'm a follow

Funk Doc break it down

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The velocity will fly that head and freeze your camps like pottery

To give lobotomies to all you rap colonies

And shunt your million dollar investment, to economy

Impossibly might be the one in black leather

Name tag sayin' caution when wet by the track wetter'

The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit

Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her

Three years for carrying a loaded handgun

But it's forever when a nigga and he lands one to your cranium

(Chik-chik blaow)

That red dot on your forehead it's not 'cause you Arabian

(Yo watch you say to him)

You caught up in a tight situation

I should start erasin' your whole organization for makin'

Wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement

You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin' agent

Or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger

Even a crowd to get you souped up, you're still wack

I peel caps, on the regular

Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like the Predator

Fuck you, your label moms and your editor

Give you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin'

All on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin'

Bitches hit me off more than New Edition

(Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet)

I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique

So Iron Lung

(One me gun done)

Get on the mic and break em off a sumthin' sumthin'

We moonshine and grow crops

Purchasin' the handhelds with the sure shots, it got me spittin'

These slugs at my competition, in rap sessions

U A P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin'

Next in, line, parental discretion advised

These explicit, street linguistics

Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin'

I might know but ain't tellin', too bad you missed it

Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due paid

Color safe bleach so I don't fade

Scar your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp

Get yo' band aids hold that

Like E said, ?Get the Bozack?

Show them wack niggaz where the do's at

On the case like I'm Kojak

Kissin' the grits on that Flo' bitch, flip scripts take long shits

Raider Ruckus one, I come with premeditated red rum

Gingivitis to your filthy ass gums

Bottom line either get down or get done, motherfucker