Rapsody, Heather Victoria - Feel It lyrics

"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 "

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

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?
If you feel it, yeah, if you feel it, feel it
If you feel it, yeah