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 Artist : METHOD MAN
 
 Do What Ya Feel | METHOD MAN[laughing] Yea[more laughing]
 
 Follow... Juss do what ya feel and never follow
 Never follow... Juss do what ya feel and never follow
 
 [Chorus]
 
 Juss do what ya feel and never follow
 Juss do what ya feel and never follow
 Ha Ha Metical
 
 [Meth:]
 
 Who wanna flip wit the acrobatic?
 From Ground Zero all the way to attic
 Well we be smokin Tical
 The reservoir 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
 Hold ground by yo side when it go down
 I dedicate this next dart to my fuckin heart
 Little Meth pea the best pod
 Now walk wit dat one, word, time time fo some action
 Dreamin bout Toni Braxton
 Blowin her back out like Bob Backlund
 I'm throwin wrestling holds
 Tag Team wit Funk Doc We in Funk mode
 Take yo best shot
 If it don't hip it don't hop
 If it don't quit it don't stop
 That's the life
 
 [Redman:]
 
 I be the supalyrical individual
 I be spittin though that Teflon material
 To knock Big Ben off of schedule
 Betta move wit a set of tools
 I be doin it to mics when I'm a heterosexual
 I load the mic then cock, drop it like 3 quarters when I slaughter
 Don't get caught in the water
 Cause the Bricks got its own World Order
 Leave yo bitches shot like the third rail caught her
 Style stay deeper than Orca
 I float the seven seas with ease
 Get more drugs than pharmacies
 So call me that lyrical genevyz
 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 them like authority
 And when my nigga Meth shine, I be in the How High mobile
 Rollin 3 dimes at a time
 
 [Redman and Method Man still... (unknown sample)]
 
 It's the Jersey representa
 Get hit from the bottom to ya head when ya enta
 
 [Meth] Word
 
 [Chorus x 3]
 Ha Funk Doc, break it down
 
 [Redman:]
 
 Yo, suck my dick outta animosity
 The velocity will fly dat head and freeze yo camps like pottery
 then give labodomies to all you rap colonies
 And shut yo million dollar investment to economy
 And possibly might be the one in black leather
 Name tag sayin "Caution when wet"
 By the track wetter
 The ass-spreader
 I love the grimey shit even my girl did grimey shit to me
 And I went back wit her
 3 years for carryin a loaded handgun
 but its forever wit a nigga
 (ch-ch-blouw) and he lands one to yo cranium
 That red dot on your forehead is not cause you're Arabian
 (Watch what you say to him)
 You caught up in a tight situation
 I should start erasin your organization for makin, wack tunes
 While my whole platoon rocks the basement
 You couldn't come if I gave my bookin agent
 Or producer
 Royalty poise 12-shot loaded Luga
 Even the crowd get you souped up
 You still wack
 I peel caps on the regular
 Destroy emcees etcetra
 Hooped like the Predator
 Fuck you, your label, moms, and yo editor
 Give you two to the jellular
 Left you spreadin all on my shirt
 The King of the Flirts, shittin
 Bitches hit me off more than New Edition
 (tw tw twee twee twee tw twee twee twee twee)
 I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel fasique
 So I alone (one me gun dun)
 Get on the mic breakem off a shum shum
 
 [Meth:]
 
 We moonshine and grow crops
 Purchasin a handheld wit the sho-shot
 It got me spittin
 These slugs at my competition, in rap sessions
 You ain't be got no weapons you live professin
 Next in line
 Parental discretion advised
 These explicit, street linguistics
 Betta than yo momma biscuits
 We bombshellin
 I might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it
 Johnny, dangerously, Blaze
 Anotha enemy made, anotha due paid
 Color-safe bleach so I don't fade
 Scar you mental wit my double-edged blade
 Razor Sharp get yo bandaids
 Hold that
 Like E said get the Pozac
 Show dem wack niggaz where da door's at
 On the case like I'm Kojak
 Kissin the grits on that floor bitch
 Flip scripts, take loooong shits
 Raider Ruckus, one
 I come wit premeditated Red Rum
 Gingivitis to yo filthy ass gums
 Bottom line eitha get down or get done,
 Muthafucka
 
 
 
 
 
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