Do What Ya Feel

Follow, just do what ya feel and never follow

Never follow, just do what you feel and we gon' follow

Just do what you feel and never follow

Just do what you feel and never follow

Haha, Methodical

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

Hold ground by yo' side when it go down

I dedicate this next dart to my fuckin' heart

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

Time, time for some action, dreamin' 'bout Toni Braxton

Blowin' her back out like Bob Backlund

I'm throwin' wrestlin' holds, tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode

Take yo' best shot

If it don't dip, 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 spittin' through that Teflon material to knock Big Ben off schedule

Better move with a set of tools

I be doin' 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 his 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 Genovese

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 **** lookin' hard at me

I port them like Authority

And when my **** Meth shine

I'll be in the How High mobile, rollin' three dimes at a time

(Redman and Method Man still)

It's that Jersey representer

Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter

(Word)

Just do what you feel and never follow

Just do what you feel and never follow

Just do what you feel and never follow

Funk Doc, break it down

Yo, suck my dick out of animosity

The velocity will fly that head and freeze yo' camps like pottery

To give lobotomies to all you rap colonies

And shut your million dollar investment to economy

And possibly 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 **** (Chik-chik blaow)

And he lands one to your cranium

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

(Watch what you say to him)

You caught up in a tight situation

I should start erasin' your whole organization

For makin' whack tunes while my whole platoon rock The Basement

You couldn't come closer if I gave you my booking agent

Or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger

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

I peel caps on the regular

Destroy emcees, 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

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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 somethin', somethin'

We moonshine and grow crops

Purchasin' a handhelds with the sho' shots

It got me spittin', these slugs ain't my competition in rap sessions

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

Next in line, parental discretion advised

These explicit street linguistics

Better than your mama biscuits, we bomb shellin'

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

Johny, 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' bandaids, hold that, Like E said, Get the Bozack

Show them whack **** where the dough's at

On the case like I'm Kojak, kissin' the grits on that Flo' bitch

Flip scripts take, 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