What a Feelin'

[Intro: L.O. & (Lil' Fame)

What you punks want? (Yeah, yeah)

We got the funk so come on down

What you punks want? (Motherfucker)

We got the funk so come on down

What you punks want?

We got the funk so come on down

What you punks want? (Yeah)

We got the funk so come on down

Release

KABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room

Looking like the creature from the Black Lagoon

It's gonna be a 187 real soon

If **** up in here don't gimme some elbow room

I'm running with the Legion of Doom

Like a pack of wild wolves foaming at the mouth on a full moon

I trap brains between space and time

And push wigs back like receding hairlines

Catch the essence of the effervescence

As this melodic dynamic shit progresses

A mic murderer for hire

As I sit back and watch your little gimmick image backfire

Under the circumstances, in any order of events

I be with sick **** rolling thick

Dissing the system got America mad at me

Like my name is O.J. Simpson

[Chorus: L.O. & (Lil' Fame)

My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip

Fuck all that sensuous shit

The astronomical is coming through like the flu, bombing you

My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip

Fuck all that sensuous shit

The astronomical is coming through like the flu, bombing you

Get off your DK, you pitty pat bitch

Stepped into the party, people wondering if I'mma start some shit

Prisoner of the media, very often

'Cause people be blowing little shit out of proportion

False information and bogus arithmetic

Got everybody stuck on stupid, misinterpreting shit

How could I, or should I damage my career

Over a **** that'll probably bust me out of fear

Don't let your mouth get you into

Something that your ass can't get out

When I see you I'll pull your dreads out your scalp

Caution, code red

I could kill you now but instead I'mma put this thought in your head

I got the illest crew in the industry

We could go to war for thirty years like foreign countries

Yo, slow your roll

'Cause I don't really think you know with who you dealing

(You know who you're dealing with)

[Chorus: L.O. & (Lil' Fame)

My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip

Fuck all that sensuous shit

The astronomical is coming through like the flu, bombing you

My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip

Fuck all that sensuous shit

The astronomical is coming through like the flu, bombing you

Man, fuck bitches, I'm getting money

And laughing at these clown-ass **** like they funny

The grand imperial with low-key material

I be the surprise in the bottom of your cereal

One thing I gotta say, my squad never lost it

Unlike you corny MCs out there who Farrah Fawcett

Can't rhyme, running your mouth all the time

While Def Squad sit back, enterprising perfect crimes

Got the funk lords squeezing the life out of keyboards

While each MC tear the frame out of mic cords

Yo, I was in the bullpen with them **** pulling heists

Grown ass men crying like little mice

But I'mma bounce soon indeed

'Cause punk ass police only bagged me with two ounces of weed

Now I'm back on the streets in the city lights

And all I can think about is keeping it tight

[Chorus: L.O. & (Lil' Fame)

My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip

Fuck all that sensuous shit

The astronomical is coming through like the flu, bombing you

My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip

Fuck all that sensuous shit

The astronomical is coming through like the flu, bombing you

Slow your roll

This is L.O., Def Squad

Son, get it twisted, I'll straighten it out

Word up