Follow just do what ya feel and I'm a follow
Who wanna flip with the acrobatic
Time, time 4 Sum Aksion, dreamin' 'bout Toni Braxton
So Iron Lung
Out the inner how high mobile rollin' three dimes at a time
We hold court and blow trial
Ha ha ha ha ha
Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter
Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her
I swim the English Channel backstrokin'
Gingivitis to your filthy ass gums
Haha, Meth-Tical
Who be next now, man's down, hands down
Fuck you, your label moms and your editor
Get on the mic and break em off a sumthin' sumthin'
That Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule
You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files
Or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger
Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like the Predator
Get you steppin' like stairs, frats, sororities
(Yo watch you say to him)
Color safe bleach so I don't fade
I be doin' it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual
Publishers: EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC., SONY/ATV TUNES LLC, TE-BASS MUSIC INC., TETE SAN KO PUBLISHING INC.
Songwriters: Jerry Duplessis, Pras Michael, Reggie Noble, Clifford Smith
Name tag sayin' caution when wet by the track wetter'
To give lobotomies to all you rap colonies
(Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet)
Bitches hit me off more than New Edition
I should start erasin' your whole organization for makin'
Show them wack niggaz where the do's at
If it don't hip it don't hop
Like E said, “Get the Bozack”
Even a crowd to get you souped up, you're still wack
It's that Jersey representer
I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin' through
Next in, line, parental discretion advised
From ground zero all the way to attic
I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique
All on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin'
When I slaughter don't get caught in the water
Just do what ya feel and I'm a follow
We moonshine and grow crops
But it's forever when a nigga and he lands one to your cranium
I'm throwin' wrestling holds
Get yo' band aids hold that
Of niggaz lookin' hard at me, I Port 'em like Authority
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one word
Bottom line either get down or get done, motherfucker
Blowin' her back out like Bob Baglin
(Chik-chik blaow)
Kissin' the grits on that Flo' bitch, flip scripts take long shits
Just do what ya feel and I'm a follow
Just do what ya feel and I'm a follow
Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease
Word, just do what ya feel and I'm a follow
Raider Ruckus one, I come with premeditated red rum
These explicit, street linguistics
Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority
Just do what ya feel and I'm a follow
The velocity will fly that head and freeze your camps like pottery
Foreground by your side when it go down
Yo, suck my dick out of animosity
'Cause the Brick's got it's own World Order
And shunt your million dollar investment, to economy
The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit
If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life
Leave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her
I load the mic then cock, drop it like three quarters
These slugs at my competition, in rap sessions
U A P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin'
I peel caps, on the regular
Funk Doc break it down
You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin' agent
I dedicate this next dart to my fucking heart
Three years for carrying a loaded handgun
Give you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin'
Better move with a set of tools
The reservoir is now open
You caught up in a tight situation
So call me that lyrical Genovera, you can't compare
I might know but ain't tellin', too bad you missed it
Did more drugs than pharmacies
That red dot on your forehead it's not 'cause you Arabian
On the case like I'm Kojak
Wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement
Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot
Purchasin' the handhelds with the sure shots, it got me spittin'
I'm a follow just do what ya feel and we gon' follow
And when my nigga Meth shine
Redman and Method Man still
You don't know me or my style
(High, high)
Scar your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp
Impossibly might be the one in black leather
(One me gun done)
What we be smokin', Tical
Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due paid
Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin'