Feelin' It Songtext / Lyric

Yo, whattup Ced Gee, this beat is hype, I'm feelin' it

Word up, Kool Keith, yeah, yeah

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 duck, wack rappers around



In town, never wearin' no boots

Toy Bally, sharkskin' suits

Rip a story, and threw his auditory

Canal Street is my territory



For gold glory reachin' my hand

To smack rappers and makin' 'em stand outside

Waitin' for me to tell them my secret style

And show them how really it's done



My son, now I'm back to you

And if you're bad I'll smack you too

A glass of rhymes, shattering

Now you're cut up, say what up?

Shut up, 'cause I'm feelin' it



Yo, that was dope, you've got the feelin'

Whattup, Trev I'm runnin' America about right now

Whassup with Ced Gee, you've got the feelin'

Yo, Ced, you ready to get on and tell 'em how you feel?



Yeah word up, bust this, man, I'ma do this

You've got the feelin'

I might as well go do this right?

Definitely man

Aight, do it



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 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, maybe

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 wordpiece from the Brainiac

I blew your domepiece 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 smoker, dope man, no joker

With the line I wrote and I quote them, 'cause I'm feelin' it



You've got the feeling

I feel it, one more time, man

You've got the feeling

Just another Boogie Down Bronx sure shot



You've got the feeling

Word up, 4-3 Mission posse in effect

You've got the feeling

To my man Tim Southfield



My next door neighbor

Hollywood House family

Oh the whole 9 crew, Dexter, everybody

Brother Kevvy Kev, brother Kev



Keith, Brother Kevvy Kev is in effect

Yo, Calvin, what's up?

Jungle Brothers, Violators, the whole family man

London

We out