Feel It Songtext
von Fabio Musta
Feel It Songtext
Guilty Simpson, Fabio Musta
Detroit to Italy, let′s do it
Do you feel it? I know you feel it
Feel it? Now watch your homeboy kill it
And give the fans what they want, the raw lyrics
A lot of dudes fake the life but I live it
Feel it? I know you feel it
Feel it? Now watch your homeboy kill it
And give the fans what they need, the raw lyrics
A lot of dudes fake the life but I live it
Peace to Fabio, when I kick a battle flow
It's equivalent to close range from a Calico
Drew couldn′t bury more rappers than the Gunn Clappa
I'm a raging bull, run when I come at ya
You ain't a matador, I′m the future
Ode to the ghetto, track 8 with Metaphor
I′m a dog in the reservoir growling
Full moon howling, hood but still styling
Sometimes violent, but it depends
If dudes try to fuck with my ends, call it revenge
Strike back on the right track
I write facts, fans fiend for it like crack
High off the strong hit, my right hand pierce the wrong shit
On a hot beat, on pace when the song skip
I still rock the spot
When I'm done, I go find pot to cop
Do you feel it? I know you feel it
Feel it? Now watch your homeboy kill it
And give the fans what they want, the raw lyrics
A lot of dudes fake the life but I live it
Feel it? I know you feel it
Feel it? Now watch your homeboy kill it
And give the fans what they need, the raw lyrics
A lot of dudes fake the life but I live it
I got peeps in Italy to puff that reefer
Live from Detroit, we bust black heaters
Fuck bad divas, it′s just a day in the life
Now pardon me while I lay with your wife
We getting paper, cake and I'm taking a slice
Throw sevens all day when I′m shaking the dice
Stack big faces, tour unique places
Guilty, but my lawyer beats cases
Skills like this ain't basic, I′m wasted
Got me feeling like I'm in the Matrix
Got the party people going apeshit, wilding out
Gravitating, trying to figure what the style's about
I speak the truth and heat the booth
And choke rappers with the laces in my sneaker loops
GS, one of the best to do it
From Detroit, I pull out a TEC and shoot it
Do you feel it? I know you feel it
Feel it? Now watch your homeboy kill it
And give the fans what they want, the raw lyrics
A lot of dudes fake the life but I live it
Feel it? I know you feel it
Feel it? Now watch your homeboy kill it
And give the fans what they need, the raw lyrics
A lot of dudes fake the life but I live it
Do you feel it? I know you feel it
Feel it? Now watch your homeboy kill it
And give the fans what they want, the raw lyrics
A lot of dudes fake the life but I live it
Feel it? I know you feel it
Feel it? Now watch your homeboy kill it
And give the fans what they need, the raw lyrics
A lot of dudes fake the life but I live it
Detroit to Italy, let′s do it
Do you feel it? I know you feel it
Feel it? Now watch your homeboy kill it
And give the fans what they want, the raw lyrics
A lot of dudes fake the life but I live it
Feel it? I know you feel it
Feel it? Now watch your homeboy kill it
And give the fans what they need, the raw lyrics
A lot of dudes fake the life but I live it
Peace to Fabio, when I kick a battle flow
It's equivalent to close range from a Calico
Drew couldn′t bury more rappers than the Gunn Clappa
I'm a raging bull, run when I come at ya
You ain't a matador, I′m the future
Ode to the ghetto, track 8 with Metaphor
I′m a dog in the reservoir growling
Full moon howling, hood but still styling
Sometimes violent, but it depends
If dudes try to fuck with my ends, call it revenge
Strike back on the right track
I write facts, fans fiend for it like crack
High off the strong hit, my right hand pierce the wrong shit
On a hot beat, on pace when the song skip
I still rock the spot
When I'm done, I go find pot to cop
Do you feel it? I know you feel it
Feel it? Now watch your homeboy kill it
And give the fans what they want, the raw lyrics
A lot of dudes fake the life but I live it
Feel it? I know you feel it
Feel it? Now watch your homeboy kill it
And give the fans what they need, the raw lyrics
A lot of dudes fake the life but I live it
I got peeps in Italy to puff that reefer
Live from Detroit, we bust black heaters
Fuck bad divas, it′s just a day in the life
Now pardon me while I lay with your wife
We getting paper, cake and I'm taking a slice
Throw sevens all day when I′m shaking the dice
Stack big faces, tour unique places
Guilty, but my lawyer beats cases
Skills like this ain't basic, I′m wasted
Got me feeling like I'm in the Matrix
Got the party people going apeshit, wilding out
Gravitating, trying to figure what the style's about
I speak the truth and heat the booth
And choke rappers with the laces in my sneaker loops
GS, one of the best to do it
From Detroit, I pull out a TEC and shoot it
Do you feel it? I know you feel it
Feel it? Now watch your homeboy kill it
And give the fans what they want, the raw lyrics
A lot of dudes fake the life but I live it
Feel it? I know you feel it
Feel it? Now watch your homeboy kill it
And give the fans what they need, the raw lyrics
A lot of dudes fake the life but I live it
Do you feel it? I know you feel it
Feel it? Now watch your homeboy kill it
And give the fans what they want, the raw lyrics
A lot of dudes fake the life but I live it
Feel it? I know you feel it
Feel it? Now watch your homeboy kill it
And give the fans what they need, the raw lyrics
A lot of dudes fake the life but I live it
Writer(s): Erick S. Sermon, Joseph Ward Simmons, Anthony St. Aubyn Kelly, Sean Henriques, Scott Sypheed, Darryl Matthews Mcdaniels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
