Feel It

[Intro] 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..) [Hook: Heather Victoria] If you feel it, yeah, if you feel it, feel it If you feel it, yeah [Verse: Rapsody] I skip on water, I skate on ice So if hell froze over then I'd still be nice You gotta vice for gambling life Put down the dice for 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 amazing, 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 hanging on every line I spit before ten Origin, Morrison, you outside The Doors Waiting on the sun, a daughter came five foot four Five foot three whichever, what's a inch to yard? The ruler's back, they all saying the ruler is Rap Many will nap, counting 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, the race ain't fair It's like you started back there, boy, I'm way up here And still faster, I could sneeze and beat you by a light year It's nothing, gear up, it's like police out here 'Cept I'm aiming at the ones rocking the same big gear Rest 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 aiming at these pop warners Knock ya 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 playing, competition never honest Got pressure on your back while I never left the sauna Hot flow, that's aight though, take it as a warning Dearly beloved we're gathered here this morning Till death do us part, expect ya family some mourning The game ain't the same and all y'all like Lauren With the last name foreign acting New New for 'em And I ain't Korean, but I know I been nailin' it They feeling all hurt, why you acting 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 feeling patriot, America racist Talking '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 keeping it real with y'all Ya feel me? [Hook]