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Correct Feel It Lyrics
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Correct Feel It
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[Intro: Sample] "Guys—I'm saving her life and yours. Her presence makes us all vulnerable. I don't want you learning that inconvenient fact under fire Master chief? Seek life elsewhere! Suck my—" [Hook: Heather Victoria + Rapsody] If you feel it, yeah, if you feel it, feel it If you feel it, yeah If you feel it, yeah, if you feel it (Nottz!), feel it If you feel it (Yeah, yo), yeah [Verse: Rapsody] I skip on water, I skate on ice So if hell froze over, then I'd still be nice You got a vice for gambling life, lay down the dice You find yourself hooked up to device, like, "Beep, beep," uh That's a weak beat—you good for that You got the rules of fame confused with the rules of rap Squad—we like Autobots in Idlewild The future looks amazin', our drive is crazy-wild, you crazy, child Watch 'em bite our style like edible arrangements It could rain mints, I'm still fresher than all of y'all Linen out the dryer, we don't close pens Still hangin' on every line I spit before ten Origin, Morrison, you outside The Doors Waitin' on the son, a daughter came, five foot, four Five foot, three, whichever, what's a inch to yard? The ruler's back, they all say the ruler is Rap Many will nap, countin' sheep? I never did that Leaders lead, followers trail—I never look back When you this good, you never get lapped Widen the gap like plus sizes—somewhere in the back I'm too big for your britches, I ain't never been slapped Got palms in my face, they like, "Where y'all at?" A way more elegant spot where you can't wear caps That's a metaphor; my level advanced You class Afro-American McCants You can't, uh, ya race ain't fair It's like you started back there, boy, I'm way up here And still faster, I could sneeze, beat you by a lightyear It's nothin' to gear up, it's like police out here 'Cept I'm aimin' at the ones rockin' the same big gear Rest of y'all no threat, like some fathers Disappear when she crowned, boy, I'm like McGyver You can't be trapped when ya mind like a driver's Boy, I been woke for many, many, many mileage You'll never be as fly as me no matter who ya stylist Boy, this what style is Baby, this what style is Boy, this what style is Baby, this what style is, open up your eyelids I can see the envy like Badu's green iris, I do what I wanna I'm borderline Madonna The Queen of Pop-Pop, aimin' at these pop warners Knock the helmet off your shoulders then I peel off like bananas I keep it so real you could call me Marlanna A dead poet, this my will of fortune, no Vanna I see the game you playin', competition never honest Got pressure on your back—why I never left the sauna Hot flow, that's a'ight though, take it as a warnin' Dearly beloved, we're gathered here this mornin' Till death do us part, expect ya family some mournin' The game ain't the same, and all of y'all like Lauren With the last name foreign, actin' New-New for 'em And I ain't Korean, but I know I been nailin' it They feelin' all hurt, why you actin' all delicate? You gotta problem with me, you should write to your delegates I'm a Jedi—no emotion, now they call me Bill Belichick But I ain't feelin' patriot—America racist Talkin' 'bout hoods that America made, shit Understand the truth when you hear it And understand the booth is where we spit mo' mirrors— Reflections of it all Just keepin' it real with y'all—ya feel me? [Hook: Heather Victoria] If you feel it, yeah, if you feel it, feel it If you feel it, yeah
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