Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feel It, artist - Manafest. Album song My Own Thing, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.09.2003
Record label: Manafest
Song language: English
Feel It |
I was your typical white kid straight from the suburbs, when i would rhyme i |
just stuttered, |
Hungered for this my tongue twisted back flips just to spit it |
Pure critics all up in my business it all started in the basement lase the |
rhyme arrangement |
Beats i prepared for the invasion |
I never would a done it without christ the subject, |
I know the truth you can’t touch it |
Rhyming with a reason, ain’t no time for sleeping |
All my brothers emceeing how you feeling |
Come on |
I’m feeling like i need some where to hide yo i know the feeling of pride i’ve |
been denied yo |
All my brothers emcee’s if you’re feeling me |
Open lips on the m.i.c |
All my life i’ve been seeking it searching it |
Reading in working it |
The whole world’s cursing it versatile lifestyle kind a different |
Finger prints hit diligence rinse instruments |
Chances are you don’t know me ye haven’t seen me |
Like tv industry puppets, in underground scene |
Hold for a second pause for a minute |
Box religious lips, sip the vine rap ridiculous |
Not the new hype, its true blue eyes, and white |
Yes a hidden prototype, censored with appetite |
Back stage i wrestle hyde he won’t let go i’ve tried manafesto release the dr. |
jekel inside |
You know the feeling when people ain’t behind you |
I know the feeling when they just straight deny you |
Once you make it they beside you always try to find you strip you for your cash, |
and just ride you |
The lifestyles of an mc gone famous, once he was nameless |
Now on ye pages, covers stages, style contagious, |
You know his faces receiving all the crowds praises |
So much straining entertaining, hold my brain in, |
I just jump on the stage start raging |
Doing this for my people, lay down my ego |
Know my stylo, harder than steel toes ill flows and concepts, |
I’m manafest, on the mics righteous |
Sip and digest across the continent, i got no tolerance, for fraudgilance |
Release rhymes as top secret documents. |