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Feel ItCheck, check, checkOne, two, one two, yeah Yeah You got to feel it (Sorry, uh huh) Yeah You got to feel it (Yeah, feel that, y'all) What? How you feelin' I was your typical white kid straight from the suburbs When I would rhyme, I just stuttered Hungered for this, my tongue twisted back flips Just to spit it, pure critics all up in my business It all started in the basement, lace the rhyme arrangement Beats I prepared for the invasion I never would a done it without Christ the subject I know the truth, you can't touch it Rhyming with a reason, ain't no time for sleeping All my brothers emceeing, how you feeling Come on I'm feeling like I need somewhere to hide, yo I know the feeling of pride, I've been denied yo All my people's emcees if you're feeling me Open lips on the m.I.c I'm feeling like I need somewhere to hide, yo I know the feeling of pride, I've been denied yo All my people's emcees if you're feeling me You got to feel it All my life I've been seeking it, searching it Reading in, working it, the whole world's cursing it Versatile lifestyle, kinda different Finger prints, hit diligence, rinse instruments Chances are you don't know me, ye haven't seen me Like TV industry puppets, in underground scene Hold for a second, pause for a minute Box religious lips, sip the vine rap ridiculous Not the new hype, its true blue eyes, and white Yes a hidden prototype, censored with appetite Back stage I wrestle Hyde he won't let go I've tried Manafesto, release the Dr. Jekyll inside You know the feeling when people ain't behind you I know the feeling when they just straight deny you Once you make it they beside you always try to find you Strip you for your cash, and just ride you The lifestyles of an emcee gone famous Once he was nameless, now on ye pages Covers stages, style contagious You know his faces receiving all the crowds praises So much straining entertaining, hold my brain in I just jump on the stage start raging Doing this for my people, lay down my ego Know my stylo, harder than steel toes Ill flows and concepts, I'm manafest, on the mics righteous Sip and digest across the continent I got no tolerance for fraudulence Release rhymes as top secret documents |