Feel It

You feel It
You feel It
I feel it

Fuck with the laces and strap up
All you motherfuckers better man up
All you motherfuckers put a hand up
It's Game 7
We Got bad blood
In the land up in this city

We try hard
This is the shit that we ride for
See this is the shit that we die for
We got pride boy
We alive'

We don't take no for an answer
I'm an MC like hammer
Looking for the glamour
Looking for the fame
When I'm making some money I'm making my name
Straight from the grave

It's a resurrection
We delivered the mail
Y'all got the message
You sent it back
We can attest it
This rap shit is truly a blessing

You feel It
You feel It
I feel it

When I'm on just know I'll never stop
Hip-hop and rap is my way to the top
And when I get there with the bass let it drop
Whether you ready or not

Know this is destiny
Why the fuck are you testing me
You'll never get the best of me
Cause I'm coming with the weaponry
So rest In Peace
Got a book full of hip-hop recipes

It's kinda tragic
Super-stardom still trying to grab it
Give em a shock cause I'm bringing the static
It ain't a stretch
Mr fantastic

Brand new rap
All wrapped in plastic
Big new change
Got to make it drastic

Fuck semi
We're going automatic
Nah fuck Jordan
This shit is Magic

You feel It
You feel It
I feel it

What it is
What up it
Mario one-up this bitch

Travel to the castle
Back on the saddle
Yoshi I'm back on the horse
Luke Skywalker I'm feeling the force with a light saber

I'm a lifesaver
I'm about the paper
I'm about your girl and I might save her
Maybe get two and save one for later

Push started the whip
We drove off and she rolled up a spliff
Then her friend took a hit of the bong
And I showed her my song

She act like she don't respect it
So imma creep up when she least expect it
Imma persuade her
Real connection
Then imma go raw-dog
No protection

You feel It
You feel It
I feel it



Credits
Writer(s): Randall Newton Rahn
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