Do What Ya Feel Lyrics by Redman

Do What Ya Feel Lyrics

    Intro: Redman

    Hahahahahaaa
    follow... just do what ya feel and I'ma follow
    I'ma follow...
    Just do what ya feel and we gon follow
    Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (2X)
    Haha, Meth-Tical

    Verse One: Method Man, Redman

    Who wanna flip with the acrobatic
    From ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical
    The resevoir is now open
    I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style
    We hold court and blow trial
    You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now
    Man's down, hands down
    Foreground by your side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
    to my fucking heart
    Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
    Time Time 4 Sum Aksion
    Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Baglin
    I'm throwin wrestling holds
    Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot
    If it don't hip it don't hop

    If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life

    I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through
    that Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule
    Better move with a set of tools
    I be doin it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual
    I load the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters
    when I slaughter don't get caught in the water
    Cause the Brick's got it's own World Order
    Leave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her
    Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease
    Did more drugs than pharmacies
    So call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare
    Get you steppin like stairs, frats, sororities
    Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority
    of niggaz lookin hard at me, I Port em like Authority
    And when my nigga Meth shine
    out the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time

    [Erick Sermon] Redman and Method Man still...
    (hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh)
    It's that Jersey representer
    Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter
    Word...

    Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (3X)
    Funk Doc break it down

    Verse Two: Redman, Method Man

    Yo, suck my dick out of animosity
    The velocity will fly that head and freeze your camps like pottery
    to give lobotomies to all you rap colonies
    And shunt your million dollar investment, to economy
    I'mpossibly might be the one in black leather
    Name tag sayin 'caution when wet by the track wetter'
    The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit
    Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her
    Three years for carrying a loaded handgun
    But it's forever when a nigga [chik-chik BLAAAOW] and he lands one
    to your cranium
    That red dot on your forehead it's not cause you Arabian
    (Yo watch you say to him!)
    You caught up in a tight situation
    I should start erasin your whole organization for makin
    wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement
    You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin agent
    Or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger
    Even a crowd to get you souped up, you're still wack
    I peel caps, on the regular
    Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator
    Fuck you, your label moms and your editor
    Give you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin
    all on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin
    Bitches hit me off more than New Edition
    (tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)
    I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique
    So Iron Lung [born to wonder]
    Get on the mic and break em off a sumthin sumthin

    We moonshine and grow crops
    Purchasin the handhelds with the sure shots, it got me spittin
    these slugs at my competition, in rap sessions
    U-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin
    Next in, line, parental discretion advised
    these explicit, street linguistics
    Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin
    I might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it
    Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due paid
    Color-safe bleach so I don't fade
    Scar your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp
    get yo' bandaids hold that
    Like E said, Get the Bozack, show them wack niggaz where the do's at
    On the case like I'm Kojak
    Kissin the grits on that Flo bitch, flip scripts take LOOONG shits
    Raider Ruckus
    One, I come with premeditated redrum
    Gingivitis to your filthy ass gums
    Bottom line either get down or get done
    Motherfucker.

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