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Redman
Do What Ya Feel
Follow...
Just do what you feel N Ima follow
N Ima follow...
Just do what you feel N we gon follow
Just do what you feel N Ima follow
Just do what you feel N Ima follow
Metical...

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 dont know me or my style
We hold court N blow trial
You catch Cal when you browse through my X-Files
Who be next now?
Mans down, hands down
Whole ground by your side when it go down
I dedicate this next dart to my fuckin heart
Little Meth, he the best part
Now walk with one, word
Time Time 4 Sum Aksion, dreamin bout Toni Braxton
Blowin her back out like Bob Backland
Im throwin wrestlin holds, tag team with Funk Doc
We in the funk mode, take your best shot
If ot dont hip, it dont hop
If it dont quit, it dont stop
Thats the life...

I be the super lyrical individual, I be spittin through
That Teflon material to knock Big Ben off a schedule
Better move with a set of tools
I be doin it to mics when Ima heterosexu-woo
I load the mic then cock drop like three quarters
When I slaughter dont get caught in the water
Cuz the Bricks got its 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 cant compare, get you steppin like stairs, frat sororities
Dont make me bring it on back, I fuck up the majority
Of niggaz lookin hard at me, I port em like Authority
N when my nigga Meth shine
Out tha in a How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time

(Redman N Method Man still ridin high...)

Its that Jersey representa
Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter...

Word...

Just do what you feel N Ima Follow
Just do what you feel N Ima Follow
Just do what you feel N Ima Follow

Funk Doc break it down...

Yo suck my dick outta animosity
The velocity
Will fly that head N freez your camps like pottery
To give lobotomies to all you rap colonies
N shut 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 N I went back with her
Three years for carryin a loaded handgun
But its forever when a nigga (Ch...ch..blaww!)
N he lands one to your cranium
That red dot on your forehead, its not cuz you Arabian
(Watch what 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 basement
You couldnt come close if I gave you my bookin agent
Or producer, royalty points 12 shots loaded Luger
Even a crowd to get you souped up
Youre still wack, Ill peel caps on tha regular
Destroy emcees et cetera, move like the predator
Fuck you, youre label, moms N your editor
Give you 2 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...
I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique
So Iron Lung...

One me gun down...

Get on the mic N break em off a some somethin...

We moonshine N grow crops
Purchain the handhelds with the sure shots
It got me spittin these slugs at my competition
In rap sessions, you N P got no weapon you lip professin
Next in line, parental discretion advised is explicit
Street linguistics, better than your momma biscuits
We bomb shellin
I might know but aint tellin, too bad you missed it
Johnny dangerously Blaze, another enemy made
Another due paid, color-safe bleach so I dont fade
Scar your mental with my double edged blade
Razor sharp, get your band-aids hold that
Like E said, Get The Bozack
Show them wack niggaz where the does at
On the case like Im Kojak
Kissin the grits on that Flo bitch flips scripts
Take looong shits
Raider Ruckus, one
I come with premedited Red Rum
Gingivitis to your filthy ass gums
Buttom line either you get down or get done
Mothafucka...
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06.Aug.2001 23:08:24
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