Feelin' It (radio Promo Remix) Lyrics - Ultramagnetic Mc's

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