ym7 - the feelin' lyrics
[intro]
all these rappers just do it by the book
yeah
[verse]
let me rip this beat apart like it’s a ticket and i’m an usher
at the cinema, the illest spitta since nas when he a cold
whoa that was bold, of me to say, words are cheep, i guess they ain’t sold
’cause you ain’t buyin’ that i’m spittin’ and rhymin’
better than these rappers but you don’t know that i’ve been grinding
more than tony hawk skatin’ for a year straight
and i don’t need the stairs when i step up to the plate
i just need a pen, a pad, a beat, a verse
to put rappers in caskets and make ’em drive off in a he+rs+
i’m not saying i’m the best but i’m furthest from the worst
lmf40+, yes, i’m not impressed by you clowns and you rappin’ sounds like you jest
i’m not sleepin’ on you, give it a rest
learnt the wu+tang style from inspectah deck
and just like he said best protect your neck
matter of fact better watch your step, ah
matter of fact best protect your rep, ah
you’re sleepin’ on me like your on the top bunk
but you over slept punk now my funk is spreading like a skunk’s
my wrist on tobirama, kage level no obama
you diss me, i’ll give you two l’s like a llama
now you’re cool but you still ain’t j
serving rappers daily and i didn’t need a tray
electrify you, bzzzz, like i’m mighty ray
or like the rock ’cause i’m still at the bottom, what can i say
i roc like jay so ‘ye i take the throne
love ’em all, ain’t picky don’t call me kent jones
you just talk and no verbs, i rap superb, i chase green like ferns and herbs
i can’t disturb ’cause you ain’t got class, you never learn
that my rappin’s more excellent than mr. burns
now you’re stuck on the realness of my raps like a tar pit, yeah
electrify you like you’re busy electric sliding on a carpet
my flows are sl!cker than rick, ross, i’m a boss like that
if you wanna cross me, i’ll tic+tac+toe, you get tossed like a salad
’cause i’m getting these o’s, and you ain’t valid
rocky’s right it’s kinda hard to find a challenge
when no one has the talent to be challenging enough
and everybody’s calling bluffs, that’s why i never fold like a centre of the attention i’m getting is minimal
i feel charlie puth and that’s the truth like abraham
that’s why i feel free when i write i go h.a.m
you go ham like a muslim fasting and that’s facts no cheat codes you’re still a hack
i’m chillin’ like a villain making millions stealin’ and i wonder if you know the feelin’
do you know you know the feelin’?
[outro]
hehehehe
haha
one take jake in this b+tch you see me
i see you dawg
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