Feel It

(álbum: My Own Thing - 2003)

Check, check, check
One, 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 feeling

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