Redman, Method Man - Do What Ya Feel lyrics

Ha ha hahahaaa
Follow just do what ya feel and never follow
Never follow
Just do what ya feel and we gon' follow
Just do what ya feel and never follow
Just do what ya feel and never follow
Haha, Meth Tical

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
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down
I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart


Little Mef 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 Backlund
I'm throwin wrestlin holds
Tag teaming 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 niggas 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 (Redman and Method Man
Still "hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
It's that Jersey representer
Get hit from the bottom to
Your head when you enter

Just do what ya feel and never follow
Funk Doc break it down

Hah yo, suck my dick out of animosity
The velocity will fly that head and
Freeze yo' camps like pottery
To give lobotomies to all you rap colonies
And shut your million dollar investment
To economy and possibly 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

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 Tha Bassment
You couldn't come close if I
Gave you my booking 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 yo' 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 (one me gun done)
Get on the mic and break
Em off a sumthin sumthin

We moonshine and grow crops
Purchasin the handhelds with the sho' shots
It got me spittin
These slugs at my competition
In rap sessions
U-A-P ain't got no weapon, you live professin
Next in, line, parental discretion advised
These explicit, street linguistics
Better than yo' momma biscuit's
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 niggas where the do's at
On the case like I'm Kojak
Kissin the grit's on that Flo bitch
Flip scripts take LOOONG shit's
- Raider Ruckus
One, I come with premeditated redrum
Gingivitis to your filthy ass gums
Bottom line either get down or get done
Motherfucker