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Redman

Genres: Hip-Hop

Do What Ya Feel Lyrics - Redman

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 

 

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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 

 

Photos 

 

(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 

Impossibly 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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