Feel It - Rapsody

«Guys—I'm saving her life and yours.

Her presence makes us all vulnerable.

I don’t want you learning that inconvenient fact under fire

Master chief?

Seek life elsewhere!

Suck my—»

If you feel it, yeah, if you feel it, feel it

If you feel it, yeah

If you feel it, yeah, if you feel it (Nottz!), feel it

If you feel it (Yeah, yo), yeah

I skip on water, I skate on ice

So if hell froze over, then I’d still be nice

You got a vice for gambling life, lay down the dice

You find yourself hooked up to device, like, «Beep, beep,» uh

That’s a weak beat—you good for that

You got the rules of fame confused with the rules of rap

Squad—we like Autobots in Idlewild

The future looks amazin', our drive is crazy-wild, you crazy, child

Watch 'em bite our style like edible arrangements

It could rain mints, I’m still fresher than all of y’all

Linen out the dryer, we don’t close pens

Still hangin' on every line I spit before ten

Origin, Morrison, you outside The Doors

Waitin' on the son, a daughter came, five foot, four

Five foot, three, whichever, what’s a inch to yard?

The ruler’s back, they all say the ruler is Rap

Many will nap, countin' sheep?

I never did that

Leaders lead, followers trail—I never look back

When you this good, you never get lapped

Widen the gap like plus sizes—somewhere in the back

I’m too big for your britches, I ain’t never been slapped

Got palms in my face, they like, «Where y’all at?»

A way more elegant spot where you can’t wear caps

That’s a metaphor;

my level advanced

You class Afro-American McCants

You can’t, uh, ya race ain’t fair

It’s like you started back there, boy, I’m way up here

And still faster, I could sneeze, beat you by a lightyear

It’s nothin' to gear up, it’s like police out here

'Cept I’m aimin' at the ones rockin' the same big gear

Rest of y’all no threat, like some fathers

Disappear when she crowned, boy, I’m like McGyver

You can’t be trapped when ya mind like a driver’s

Boy, I been woke for many, many, many mileage

You’ll never be as fly as me no matter who ya stylist

Boy, this what style is

Baby, this what style is

Boy, this what style is

Baby, this what style is, open up your eyelids

I can see the envy like Badu’s green iris, I do what I wanna

I’m borderline Madonna

The Queen of Pop-Pop, aimin' at these pop warners

Knock the helmet off your shoulders then I peel off like bananas

I keep it so real you could call me Marlanna

A dead poet, this my will of fortune, no Vanna

I see the game you playin', competition never honest

Got pressure on your back—why I never left the sauna

Hot flow, that’s a’ight though, take it as a warnin'

Dearly beloved, we’re gathered here this mornin'

Till death do us part, expect ya family some mournin'

The game ain’t the same, and all of y’all like Lauren

With the last name foreign, actin' New-New for 'em

And I ain’t Korean, but I know I been nailin' it

They feelin' all hurt, why you actin' all delicate?

You gotta problem with me, you should write to your delegates

I’m a Jedi—no emotion, now they call me Bill Belichick

But I ain’t feelin' patriot—America racist

Talkin' 'bout hoods that America made, shit

Understand the truth when you hear it

And understand the booth is where we spit mo' mirrors—

Reflections of it all

Just keepin' it real with y’all—ya feel me?

If you feel it, yeah, if you feel it, feel it

If you feel it, yeah