Do What Ya Feel lyrics
featuring Method Man
Intro: Redman
Hahahahahaaa follow... just
do what ya feel and I'ma follow I'ma follow... Just do what ya feel and
we gon follow Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (2X) Haha Meth
Tical
Verse One: Method Man Redman
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 and blow trial You catch 'cal
when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now Man's down, hands
down Foreground by your side when it go down, I dedicate this next
dart to my fucking heart Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that
one, word Time Time 4 Sum Aksion Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her
back out like Bob Baglin I'm throwin wrestling holds Tag team with Funk
Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot If it 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 splittin through that Teflon material to knock
Big Ben off of schedule Better move with a set of tools I be doin it to
mics when I'm a, heterosexual I load the mic then cock, drop it like
three-quarters when I slaughter don't get caught in the water Cause the
Brick's got it's 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, frats, 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 And when my nigga Meth shine out the inner How High
mobile rollin three dimes at a time
[Erick Sermon] Redman and Method Man
still... (hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh) It's that Jersey representer Get hit
from the bottom to your head when you enter Word...
Just do what ya
feel and I'ma follow (3X) Funk Doc break it down
Verse Two: Redman,
Method Man
Yo, suck my dick out of animosity The velocity will fly
that head and freeze your camps like pottery to give lobotomies to all you
rap colonies And shunt 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 and I went back with her Three
years for carrying a loaded handgun But it's forever when a nigga [chik-chik
BLAAAOW] and he lands one to your cranium That red dot on your forehead
it's not cause you Arabian (Yo watch 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 the basement You couldn't
come close if I gave you my bookin agent Or producer, royalty points twelve
shot loaded Luger Even a crowd to get you souped up, you're still wack I
peel caps, on the regular Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like The
Predator Fuck you, your label moms and your editor Give you two 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-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet) I make them
pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique So Iron Lung [born to
wonder] Get on the mic and break em off a sumthin sumthin
We
moonshine and grow crops Purchasin the handhelds with the sure shots, it got
me spittin these slugs at my competition, in rap sessions U-A-P ain't got
no weapon, you lip professin Next in, line, parental discretion
advised these explicit, street linguistics Better than yo' 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 yo' bandaids hold that Like E said, Get the
Bozack, show them wack niggaz where the do's at On the case like I'm
Kojak Kissin the grits on that Flo bitch, flip scripts take LOOONG
shits Raider Ruckus One, I come with premeditated redrum Gingivitis to
your filthy ass gums Bottom line either get down or get done Motherfucker.
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