Do What Ya Feel (W/Method Man) Follow... Just do what you feel N' I'ma follow N' I'ma follow... Just do what you feel N' we gon' follow Just do what you feel N' I'ma follow Just do what you feel N' I'ma follow Metical... Who wanna flip with the acrobatic From ground zero all the way to attic What we be smokin'? Tical... The resevoir is now open I swim the English Channel backstrokin' You don't know me or my style We hold court N' blow trial You catch Cal when you browse through my X-Files Who be next now? Man's down, hands down Whole ground by your side when it go down I dedicate this next dart to my fuckin' heart Little Meth, he the best part Now walk with one, word Time Time 4 Sum Aksion, dreamin' 'bout Toni Braxton Blowin' her back out like Bob Backland I'm throwin' wrestlin' holds, tag team with Funk Doc We in the funk mode, take your best shot If ot don't hip, 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 a schedule Better move with a set of tools I be doin' it to mics when I'ma heterosexu-woo I load the mic then cock drop like three quarters When I slaughter don't get caught in the water Cuz the Bricks got its 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, frat sororities Don't make me bring it on back, I fuck up the majority Of niggaz lookin' hard at me, I port 'em like Authority N' when my nigga Meth shine Out tha in a How High mobile rollin' three dimes at a time (Redman N' Method Man still ridin' high...) It's that Jersey representa Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter... Word... Just do what you feel N' I'ma Follow Just do what you feel N' I'ma Follow Just do what you feel N' I'ma Follow Funk Doc break it down... Yo suck my dick outta animosity The velocity Will fly that head N' freez your camps like pottery To give lobotomies to all you rap colonies N' shut your million dollar investment to economy Impossibly, 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 N' I went back with her Three years for carryin' a loaded handgun But it's forever when a nigga (Ch...ch..blaww!) N' he lands one to your cranium That red dot on your forehead, it's not cuz you Arabian (Watch what you say to him...) You caught up in a tight situation I should start erasin' your whole organization for makin' Wack tunes while my whole platoon rock tha basement You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin' agent Or producer, royalty points 12 shots loaded Luger Even a crowd to get you souped up You're still wack, I'll peel caps on tha regular Destroy emcees et cetera, move like the predator Fuck you, you're label, moms N' your editor Give you 2 to the jugular Blood be spreadin' all on my shirt The king of the flirt shittin' Bitches hit me off more than New Edition Tweet-tweet-tweet... I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique So Iron Lung... One me gun down... Get on the mic N' break 'em off a some somethin'... We moonshine N' grow crops Purchain' the handhelds with the sure shots It got me spittin' these slugs at my competition In rap sessions, you N' P got no weapon you lip professin' Next in line, parental discretion advised is explicit Street linguistics, better than your momma biscuits We bomb shellin' I might know but ain't tellin', too bad you missed it Johnny 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 your band-aids hold that Like E said, Get The Bozack Show them wack niggaz where the doe's at On the case like I'm Kojak Kissin' the grits on that Flo bitch flips scripts Take looong shits Raider Ruckus, one I come with premedited Red Rum Gingivitis to your filthy ass gums Buttom line either you get down or get done Mothafucka...
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