Feel The Vibe Lyrics - Stunts, Blunts & Hip-hop - Diamond And The Psychotic Neurotics

Feel the vibe 

Feel the vibe 

Feel the vibe 

Feel the vibe 

Feel the vibe 

Feel the vibe 

Feel the vibe everybody gather round 

I pull the plug still my sound's profound 

I had to take hip hop back to the essence 

Try to go commercial gotta learn a lesson 

You gotta get your fingers dusty (word) 

And keep your ear to the street so you won't get rusty 

Concentrate on the funk vibe (Funk vibe) 

Learn your roots put on your Timberland boots 

I'm true to my art, I never fake a move 

I keep your head bobbing to the psychotic groove 

The vibe is erotic, contagious, and sporotic 

I love beats so much I'm damn near neurotic 

I shoot the gift like a Mack 10 

And sample beats we used to cut way back when 

But now the game has changed 

Artist selling out just to make a name 

The underground hip-hop fans can't stand it 

So play like Chuck Connors, because now you're branded a sellout 

So yo, get the hell out 

We took a dive because you couldn't feel the vibe 

Is this the vibe you desire? (Diamond running down the line) 

Is this the vibe you desire? (You know you're on time) 

Well let me continue with what's on the menu 

I dug in the crate (Now it's time to get the papes) 

Is this the vibe you desire? (Diamond running down the line) 

Is this the vibe you desire? (You know you're on time) 

Well let me continue with what's on the menu 

I dug in the crate (Now it's time to get the papes) 

You know I feel the vibe, my name is Show B-I-Z 

I used to cut at jams when I was 4 foot 3 

Early in the morning listen to beats 

And back then I was the shorty (With the Nikes on his feet) 

Back to a brother who sold out (Did he?) 

He aimed for a name and some fame without any doubt 

He was my man so he let me hear a taste 

But he dissed his face because the shit ain't have no bass 

His beats was clogged, he needed Liquid Plumber 

Damn I wonder why he sound like Donna Summers? 

Or Nat King Cole, that style is old 

100 G's up front you've just been sold 

They kidnap your creative control 

No chance of going platinum or even gold 

It wouldn't happen to me (Why not?) 

I got the skills that's ill and I'm real cause I feel the beat 

Is this the vibe you desire? (Show running down the line) 

Is this the vibe you desire? (You know you're on time) 

Well let me continue with what's on the menu 

I dug in the crate (Now it's time to get the papes) 

Is this the vibe you desire? (Show running down the line) 

Is this the vibe you desire? (You know you're on time) 

Well let me continue with what's on the menu 

I dug in the crate (Now it's time to get the papes) 

Yeah, I knew a kid who was nice on the mic 

Had a record deal but the deal wasn't real 

'Cause the record label wouldn't spend any loot 

But he had a deal and my man got souped 

He knew a lot of old beats but it didn't matter 

The label had other ideas for the platter 

I heard the song and I had to scream 

The had him rhyming over hype drum machines 

He didn't like it but he had no say 

And now he's out of here today 

Try to fake the funk, it couldn't shake a rump 

But the radio played the junk anyway 

But the song wouldn't budge 

Now against the ex-label he holds a grudge 

Looking for a deal because the song took a dive 

'Cause he couldn't feel the vibe 

But who's to blame in the world of the rap game 

Stick to your roots like a troop and let me know 

Is this the vibe you desire? (Diamond running down the line) 

Is this the vibe you desire? (You know you're on time) 

Well let me continue with what's on the menu 

I dug in the crate (Now it's time to get the papes) 

Is this the vibe you desire? (Diamond running down the line) 

Is this the vibe you desire? (You know you're on time) 

Well let me continue with what's on the menu 

I dug in the crate (Now it's time to get the papes)