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Can you feel it yeah, can you feel it, feel it?
Can you feel it yeah, can you feel it, feel it?
Can you feel it yeah, can you feel it, feel it?

I skip on water, I skate on ice
So if hell froze over, then that I'd still be nice
We got a vice for gambling life, lay down the dice
You find yourself hooked up to the device like beep, beep, ah
That's a weed beat, you good for that
You got the rules of fames confused with the rules of rap, squat
We're like autobots and autowow's
Your future looks amazing, I drive is crazy while you're crazy child
Watch them bite that style like had a bowl arrangements
It could rain miss and I'm still fresher than all of y'all
Leaning out the drive, we don't close pens
Still hanging on every line, I spit before ten
Or Jim Morrison, you're outside the doors
Waiting on the son and daughter came 5 foot 4
5 foot 3 whichever was an inch to a yard
The ruler's back, they all say the ruler is rap
Many on nap counting sheep, I never did that
Leavers leave followers his trail, I never look back
When you're this good, you never get lapped
Wanding the gap like plus size somewhere in the back
I'm too big for you bitches I ain't never been slapped
Got palms in my face that hit like way all that
A way more elegance, spot where you can't wear caps
That's a metaphor my level advanced
Your client's Afro-American but cash you can't
Your race ain't fair, it's like you started back there
But I'm way up here
It's still fast I could sneeze beat you by a light year
It's nothing to gear up, it's like police out here
So I'm aiming at the ones rocking the same big gear
Rest of y'all no threat, like some fathers
Disappear when she crown, born like magava
You can't be trapped when your mind like a drivers
Boy I've been work for many, many mileage
You'll never be as fly as me no matter who your stylist
Boy this was styles, baby this was styles
Boy this was styles, baby this was styles
Open up your eye lids, I can see the envy like badoon's green iris
I do what I wanna, I'm borderline Madonna
The queen of pop, pop aiming at these pot wanters
Knock your helmet of your shoulders then I peel off like bananas
I keep it so real you could call me more lana
Dead poet this my wheel of fortune, no vana
I see the game you playing, competition never honest
Got pressure on your back while I never left the sauna
Hot flow, that's a hype dough, take it as you wanna
Dearly beloved, we're gathered here this morning
Till death do us apart, expect your family something on it
The game ain't the same and all of y'all like lawn
But the last name Fon like the new new form
And I ain't Korean, but I know I've been nailing it
You're feeling on her while you acting all delicate
You got a problem with me you should write to your delicats
I'm a Jedi on motion, now they call me boo belly chick
But I ain't feeling patriot, America racist
Talking bout hoods on American may shit
Understand the truth when you hear it
And understand the booth is where we spit more mirrors
Reflections of it all, just keeping it real with y'all
You feel me?

Can you feel it yeah, can you feel it, feel it?
Can you feel it yeah, can you feel it, feel it?
Can you feel it yeah, can you feel it, feel it?

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