Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feelin' It, artist - Ultramagnetic MC's. Album song Critical Beatdown (Re-Issue), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.05.2004
Record label: Next Plateau Entertainment, Roadrunner Records
Song language: English
Feelin' It |
Yo whattup Ced Gee this beat is hype I’m feelin' it |
Word up Kool Keith, yeah yeah |
Yo Moe Luv, tell em one more time how Kool Keith is feelin' |
«You've got the feelin» |
Word up I like that, one more time, one more time |
«You've got the feelin» |
Aight yo Keith, bust this, tell em how you REALLY feel |
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 wiggedy-wack |
Stay back, get back, sit back down |
and think about it, whenever you’re dissin me |
You are the roach, the six 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. |
duck, wack rappers around |
In town, never wearin no boots |
Toy Bally, sharkskin suits |
Rip a story, and threw his auditory |
Canal Street, is my territory |
For gold glory, reachin my hand |
to smack rappers, and makin em stand outside |
waitin for me, to tell them, my secret style |
And show them, how really it’s done |
My son, now I’m back to you |
And if you’re bad I’ll smack you too |
A glass of rhymes, shattering |
Now you’re cut up, say what up? |
Shut up, cause I’m feelin' it |
Yo that was dope! |
«You've got the feelin» |
Whattup Trev I’m runnin America about right now |
Whassup with Ced Gee |
«You've got the feelin» |
Yo, Ced, you ready to get on and tell em how you feel? |
Yeah word up, bust this |
Man I’ma do this |
«You've got the feelin» |
I might as well go do this right? |
Definitely man |
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 |
Topping, all the ducks who are delerious |
about rhymin, I’m more serious |
Like this, with twists as changes |
I took time, and rearranged this |
style like how versatile you ask me now wow |
I’m like ?? |
The movie, you seen on TV |
I’ll be numerous, but believe me |
I’ll chop you up, bash your brain, rotate your liver |
Then I’m gonna give ya, a fresh rhyme, maybe |
Sealed and delivered, by me |
The manufacturer |
Straight out of Attica, I come after ya |
And if ya run, I have to damage ya |
mentally, by using my mind |
Choosing adjectives hard to define |
in rhymes, a dictionary wordpiece |
From the Brainiac, I blew your domepiece |
open, hopin you’ll say to me |
«That was dope,» like an anatomy |
operation on the turntables |
Slicing nerds with verbs, fully enabled |
Equipped, with a 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 them |
Cause I’m feelin' it! |
«You've got the feeling» |
I feel it. |
one more time man |
«You've got the feeling» |
Just another Boogie Down Bronx sure shot |
«You've got the feeling» |
Word up, 4−3 Mission posse in effect |
«You've got the feeling» |
To my man Tim Southfield |
? |
my next door neighbor |
Hollywood House family |
Oh the whole 9 crew, Dexter, everybody |
Brother Kevvy Kev, brother Kev |
Keith, Brother Kevvy Kev is in effect |
Yo Calvin what’s up? |
Jungle Brothers, Violators, the whole family man |
London |
(We out!) |