Feelin' It

You've got the feelin'

You've got the feelin'

Now here's a funky beat, my rhyme is updated

For soft ducks, I played it

Once, a biter jumped on it

Girls got stupid, freaks humped on it

And from the back I pumped on it

Mostly, with skill

Top finesse, east to west but I guess I'm right

While others are wrong

Tryna teach and using my song

Along with your wiggedy-wack

Stay back, get back sit back down

And think about it, whenever you're dissin' me

You are the roach, the six legs wishin' me

And pushin' me steadily on

Metaphor, better for, psychin' more

On my tour, brains are sore

I'll be sure I'm fresher

So tell me how I (Feel about you)

Ducks, wack rappers around

In town, never wearin' no boots

Toy Ballys, sharkskin suits with a story

And through his auditory

Canal Street is my territory

For gold glory, reaching my hand out

Smack rappers, and makin' 'em stand outside

Waiting for me to tell them my secret style

And show them how it really is done

My son, now I'm back to you

And if you're bad, I'll smack you through

A glass of rhymes, shattering

Now you're cut up, say what up?

Shut up 'cause I'm feelin' it

You've got the feelin'

You've got the feelin'

You've got the feelin'

Hello, I'm back again

It's Ced-Gee, the champion

Of knowledge and wisdom over all topics

I'm the chief, the general prophet

Topping all the ducks who are delirious

About rhymin', I'm more serious

Like this with twists as changes

I took time and rearranged this

Style like how versatile you ask me now, wow

I'm like Ching Ching Chow, the movie you seen on TV

I'll be numerous but believe me

I'll chop you up

Bash your brain, rotate you liver then I'm gonna give ya

A fresh rhyme made sealed and delivered by me

The manufacturer straight out of Attica, I come after ya

And if you run, I have to damage ya

Mentally, by usin' my mind

Choosing adjectives hard to define

In rhymes a dictionary word feast from the Brainiac

I blew your dome piece open, hopin' you'll say to me

"That was dope," like an anatomy

Operation on the turntables

Slicing nerds with verbs, fully enabled

Equipped with a white handkerchief

To wipe away the germs who wanna hang with this

Ultra smoke a dope man, no joke-uh

With the lines I wrote and I quote-uh

'Cause I'm feelin' it

You've got the feelin'

You've got the feelin'

You've got the feelin'