Lyrics to Feel Me Baby
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[Khari Santiago]

E, niggas thinkin something sweet this year

Let them niggas sleep, we'll creep, they'll keep clear

Let these little rapper cats get outta control

There'll be so many left and right blows and elbows

They'll just fold, some call Khari a UFO

Unidentified Fly Object outta the projects

No gold chain, just cold brain and yo' pain

The Bronx run through my vein, the four train

Foot deep in yo' ass, that's the code name

Wit no shame I sabotage the whole game

Wow, and what you got left

Bout five or six emcees in the Squad of Def

Whoa, E and P fooled y'all niggas

Cuz it's in your crock, flock *Business is Unfinished*

Circus ass nigga, worthless ass nigga

It's curtains wack nigga it's bout to go down


HOOK:

There's some hungry niggas over here

Feel Me Baby

We bring the ruck every year

Feel Me Baby

Y'all niggas wants the hot shit

Feel Me Baby

Yo I'm in the house now y'all

Feel Me Baby


[Onasis]

Yo, I grab the mic with Kelly, Rocklands

Boogie down like Chris and start a rockin

The kidnapping style, take the beat for ransom

Ask for a car, some cash, and a mansion

Yeah, you doubt that and I reroute your rap

To ease the "Real Deal Holyfield's" imposter

I make it hard for everybody on your roster

Step to me, glock nine'll stop ya

I love the fame, rap insane

When I come out the block get hot like Lil Wayne

Some cats in awe, amazed by somethin they never seen before

I'm Erick Sermon, uh, go half on it, yeah

I'm more extravagant

Brand new automobile wit darker tint

Sure it's brand new you can tell by the scent

Gettin worse, when the air blow from the vent

Erick, he aint shit, *I'll Be Dat*

Cat, chain hangin down to my kneecap

Yo, I'm like a superhero in rap

Who be that, Zorro, I mark a E in your back, uh


HOOK:

I'm the man now for real

Feel Me Baby

Understand that you heard

Feel Me Baby

Def Squad 2000

Feel Me Baby

Next up, it's the Philly nigga over here

Feel Me Baby


[Sy Scott]

Sy blaze all guests makin it heated like August in Augusta

Packin like paxson in a pac ten crusher like bonecrusher

Benjamins for no benjamins been jammin dependin jam in

On any reggie hand is off like lamb skin

For half a man I slice a whole man into a half a man again

When I owe I still collect

When I call it's always collect

A cool lecture wreck your sector

Set for to select raw, rip through they vest like raptor

For the records they recall

For real, for real like stop playin

Stop playin like naw don't believe what he's sayin

Get cut off like extra pounds on boxes at the way in

Kill that like gay men relatin to straight men

Untouchable like Made Men

Made Men [this faggot motherfucker is mumbling]

wages the war wage in like who

It comes to the shit I'm like who

In the battle you're like who, like who, achoo

Tell Ox not to show what not to do

Lord they know not what they do, but they know what not to do

The idea, ideal, niggas have no idea how I deal through rhyme skill

What, aint no more to it, keep it movin
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