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can you feel it - poor righteous teachers lyrics

can you feel it?
can you feel it?
that funky sensation
that funky sensation

shut up * we about to wild out
n*ggas ???
k!ll off all the brah*rah
and give my block a shout out
steady now, we ready now
got a big [bull?], better let him out
nah negro don’t bet it now
beef we don’t forget about
t**th, i’ll make you spit em out
eat emcees and sh*t em out
that’s what trenton city ‘bout
gettin ours in any house
n*ggas soft like minnie mouse
sis i’ll make your titties bounce
shorty ain’t no 40 ounce
more like cristal, guinness stout
showing your ass go sit it down
we grown now, don’t kid around
wet your wife? go get a towel
want some? come get it now
oh! [mr ??] you a k!lla
[??] up on new jersеy [bounce] with x amount of pressure

as for еmcees, i done shot one
and i hold that, til the cops come
so hot son, that i caught one
it drops em, like a [?] gun
blowing up your radio
platinum, three days ago
[this n*gga here] act shady tho
we don’t ask, we take the dough

prt (that’s the team)
filthy lucre (lots of cream)
blowin’ up (like afro sheen)
stayin’ alive (like wyclef jean)

can you feel it?
can you feel it?
that funky sensation
that funky sensation

[verse 2]
i wanna rap raps, and cash checks
don’t wanna have to blast techs
wanna get my dope from ascap
build a million, where my stash at
teach my sons to love live
stay up out the gun fight
teach love to the blood type
stay out the club on some nights
my concubines my one wife
that describes my love life
dip the infrared gun light
trying to live my one life
my business gets run right
like a yukon, with the fog lights
y’all barkin, [but i dog mice]
peroxide, for the dog bites
shoulda looked, y’all speak to me
you and her come creep with me
if i let y’all sleep with me
don’t constantly be beeping me
i’m over there, in left field
i do declare, i wreck bills
some cats don’t get sk!lls
come over here, and get k!lled
at will, i will, call upon some [??]
load the clip then hop in
rest and chill then drop in
hold it down, thoughts abound
get you sucka * got you now
none of y’all n*ggas gonna stop us now
me and c*free done locked you down
get back up, gonna knock you down
ain’t got milk better shop around
[bridge]
prt (that’s the team)
filthy lucre (lots of cream)
blowin’ up (like afro sheen)
stayin’ alive (like wyclef jean)

can you feel it?
can you feel it?
that funky sensation
that funky sensation

[verse 3]
word is bond, quiet storms
never felt like this before
??? sick with, technique galore
gotta go, get in the car
gunshot, from a 4*4
can’t stop, me or
shaheed, c*free or
lawyer, my lawyer
we could build or destroy ya
but never mind, i sever spines
to deliver rhymes like seven times
your boyfriend, with a troubled mind
warn him, don’t bet a dime
we get cheese, cheddar kind
american, or provolone
d*mn new jersey, you are the bomb
stop lyin y’all say that all the time
magnificent, significant
divine and all that other sh*t
but now nice can a brother get?
can i roast three clips then come again?
well who gonna stop me? none of them
want a new b.m. get one of them
original * doggart!
youth * from the yard spot!
???
y’all garbage * some b*ttcrack
go ahead wise, nah f*ck that
this hip hop, and i love that
radio, gonna run that
gonna do the do, gone done that
the whole world done spun that
and done that like hub caps
prt (that’s the team)
filthy lucre (lots of cream)
blowin’ up (like afro sheen)
stayin’ alive (like wyclef jean)

can you feel it?
can you feel it?
that funky sensation
that funky sensation

- poor righteous teachers lyrics

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