Ultramagnetic MC’s - Feelin' It lyrics
[Ultramagnetic MC’s - Feelin' It lyrics]
Yo Moe Luv, tell em one more time how
Kool Keith is feelin'
"You've got the feelin"
Word up I like that, one more time
One more time "You've got the feelin"
Aight yo Keith, bust this
Tell em how you REALLY feel
Now here's a funky beat, my rhyme is updated
For soft ducks, I played it once
A biter jumped on it
Girls got stupid, freaks humped on it
And from the back, I pumped on it
Mostly, with skill, top finesse
East to West, but I guess, I'm right
While others are wrong
Tryin to teach, and usin my song
Along, with your wiggedy-wack
Stay back, get back, sit back down
And think about it, whenever you're dissin me
You are the roach, the six legs wishin me
And pushin me, steadily on
Metaphor, better for, psychin more
On my tour, brains are sore
I'll be sure, I'm fresher
So tell me how I (feel about ya)
Ducks, wack rappers around
In town, never wearin no boots
Toy Ballys, sharkskin suit's
With a story, and through his auditory
Canal Street, is my territory
For gold glory, reachin my hand out
Smack rappers, and makin em stand outside
Waitin for me, to tell them, my secret style
And show them, how it really is done
My son, now I'm back to you
And if you're bad I'll smack you through
A glass of rhymes, shattering
Now you're cut up, say what up?
Shut up, 'cause I'm feelin' it
"You've got the feelin"
Whassup with Ced Gee "You've got the feelin"
Man I'ma do this "You've got the feelin"
I might as well go do this right?
Hello! I'm back again
It's Ced Gee, the champion
Of knowledge and wisdom over all topics
I'm the chief, the general prophet
Topping, all the ducks who are delirious
About rhymin, I'm more serious
Like this, with twists as changes
I took time, and rearranged this
Style like how versatile you ask me now wow
I'm like Ching Ching Chow
The movie, you seen on TV
I'll be numerous, but believe me
I'll chop you up, bash your brain
Rotate your liver
Then I'm gonna give ya, a fresh rhyme, made
Sealed and delivered, by me the manufacturer
Straight out of Attica, I come after ya
And if ya run, I have to damage ya
Mentally, by using my mind
Choosing adjectives hard to define
In rhymes, a dictionary word feast
From the Brainiac, I blew your dome piece
Open, hopin you'll say to me
"That was dope, " like an anatomy
Operation on the turntables
Slicing nerds with verbs, fully enabled
Equipped, with a white handkerchief
To wipe away the germs who
Wanna hang with this
Ultra smoke a dope man, no joker
With the lines I wrote, and I quote uh
'Cause, I'm feelin' it!
"You've got the feeling"
"You've got the feeling"
"You've got the feeling"
"You've got the feeling"
To my man Tim Sally from the valley
My next door neighbor hollywood House family
Oh the whole 9 crew, Wexler, everybody
Keith's Brother Kevvy Kev is in effect
(We out)
Kool Keith is feelin'
"You've got the feelin"
Word up I like that, one more time
One more time "You've got the feelin"
Aight yo Keith, bust this
Tell em how you REALLY feel
Now here's a funky beat, my rhyme is updated
For soft ducks, I played it once
A biter jumped on it
Girls got stupid, freaks humped on it
And from the back, I pumped on it
Mostly, with skill, top finesse
East to West, but I guess, I'm right
While others are wrong
Tryin to teach, and usin my song
Along, with your wiggedy-wack
Stay back, get back, sit back down
And think about it, whenever you're dissin me
You are the roach, the six legs wishin me
And pushin me, steadily on
Metaphor, better for, psychin more
On my tour, brains are sore
I'll be sure, I'm fresher
So tell me how I (feel about ya)
Ducks, wack rappers around
In town, never wearin no boots
Toy Ballys, sharkskin suit's
With a story, and through his auditory
Canal Street, is my territory
For gold glory, reachin my hand out
Smack rappers, and makin em stand outside
Waitin for me, to tell them, my secret style
And show them, how it really is done
My son, now I'm back to you
And if you're bad I'll smack you through
A glass of rhymes, shattering
Now you're cut up, say what up?
Shut up, 'cause I'm feelin' it
"You've got the feelin"
Whassup with Ced Gee "You've got the feelin"
Man I'ma do this "You've got the feelin"
I might as well go do this right?
Hello! I'm back again
It's Ced Gee, the champion
Of knowledge and wisdom over all topics
I'm the chief, the general prophet
Topping, all the ducks who are delirious
About rhymin, I'm more serious
Like this, with twists as changes
I took time, and rearranged this
Style like how versatile you ask me now wow
I'm like Ching Ching Chow
The movie, you seen on TV
I'll be numerous, but believe me
I'll chop you up, bash your brain
Rotate your liver
Then I'm gonna give ya, a fresh rhyme, made
Sealed and delivered, by me the manufacturer
Straight out of Attica, I come after ya
And if ya run, I have to damage ya
Mentally, by using my mind
Choosing adjectives hard to define
In rhymes, a dictionary word feast
From the Brainiac, I blew your dome piece
Open, hopin you'll say to me
"That was dope, " like an anatomy
Operation on the turntables
Slicing nerds with verbs, fully enabled
Equipped, with a white handkerchief
To wipe away the germs who
Wanna hang with this
Ultra smoke a dope man, no joker
With the lines I wrote, and I quote uh
'Cause, I'm feelin' it!
"You've got the feeling"
"You've got the feeling"
"You've got the feeling"
"You've got the feeling"
To my man Tim Sally from the valley
My next door neighbor hollywood House family
Oh the whole 9 crew, Wexler, everybody
Keith's Brother Kevvy Kev is in effect
(We out)