Feelin' It

Lyrics for Feelin' It

Yo, what up, Ced-Gee? This beat is hype, I'm feelin' it Word up, Kool Keith. Yeah, yeah, no, no, more love Tell 'em one more time how Kool Keith is feelin' it You gotta feel it Word up, I like that. One more time, one more time You gotta feel it Aight, yo, Keith, bust this, show 'em how you do it Now here's a funky beat, my rhyme is updated For soft ducks, I played it Once, a biter jumped on it Girls got stupid, freaks humped on it And from the back, I pumped on it Mostly, with skill, top finesse East to West, but I guess I'm right, while others are wrong Tryin' to teach, and usin' my song Along, with your wiggity-wax Stay back, get back, sit back down And think about it, whenever you're dissin' me You are the roach that sticks legs, wishin' me And pushin' me, steadily on Metaphor, better for, psychin' more On my tour, brains are sore I'll be sure, I'm fresher So tell me how I (Feel it) Ducks, wack rappers around In town, never wearin' no boots Toy Bally, sharkskin suits With a story, and through his auditory Canal Street, is my territory For gold glory, reachin' my hand out To smack rappers, and makin' them stand outside Waitin' for me, to tell them My secret style, and show them How it really is done, my son Now I'm back to you And if you're bad I'll smack you through A glass of rhymes, shattering Now you're cut up, say what up Shut up, 'cause I'm feelin' it Yo, that was dope Word up, Ced, we runnin' America about Right now. What's up with Ced-Gee? Yo, Ced, you ready to get on and tell 'em how you feel? Yeah, word up, bust this, man, let's do this I might as well go through this, right? Definitely Aight, do it Hello, I'm back again It's Ced-Gee, the champion Of knowledge and wisdom over all topics I'm the chief, the general prophet Toppin', all the ducks who are delirious About rhymin', I'm more serious Like this, with twists and changes I took time, and rearranged it Style like how, versatile You ask me now, wow, I'm like Ching-Ching Chow The movie, you seen on TV I'll be humorous, but believe me I'll chop you up, bash your brain Rotate your liver, then I'm gonna give ya A fresh rhyme made, sealed and delivered By me, the manufacturer Straight outta Attica, I come after ya And if you run, I have to damage ya Mentally, by usin' my mind Choosin' adjectives, hard to define In rhymes, a dictionary word feast From the brainiac, out through your dome-piece Open, hopin' you'll say to me "That was dope," like an anatomy Operation on the turntable Slicin' nerds with verbs fully able Equipped, with the white handkerchief To wipe away the germs who wanna hang with this Ultra-smoker, dope man, no joker With the line I wrote and I quote-a 'Cause I'm feelin' it You gotta feel it I feel it. One more time, man Just another Boogie Down Bronx sure shot Word up, Fort Greene mission posse in effect To my man Tim South Valley, my next door neighbor, Hollywood House Family Oh, the whole nine crew, Wester, everybody Brother Kevy Kev, Brother Kev, Keith Brother, Kevy Kev is in effect Yo, Calvin, what's up, man? Jungle Brothers, Violators, the whole family London, we outie