Did Y'All Feel Dat?

New game..

Ay, my musical style is far from intermediate

And my lyrics stay flow as if I was collegian (smart)

Take my style you need it

Cus the shit I'm hearing on the radio is so repeated

So repetitive, not to be confused with competitive

Get a bar of this you need a sedative

It'll keep you up all night

Analyze it; dissect it, pretty tough all right

Cus I got some magic goin down

I summon up my powers and get tragic on the sound

Levin maggots on the ground (wow)

And I'm trying to do it twice and get some rich ass figures

Cus I'm tired of being nice to you bitch ass niggas

And the truth is, I ignore disses

You probably want my misses or you probably want my kisses, little faggot

Never one for metaphors

But now I take competitors, bleeding through that set of doors

Cus I'm pretty jagged

Flyer than TWA

We came to the game strong we ready to play

So watch how you speak it

Cus my niggas'll break bats over your head until you leakin

Nigga take that

Did y'all feel dat? (talk box)

We turning you out and we move the crowd, yeah

Did y'all feel dat? (talk box)

We turning you out and we shake the crowd, yeah

What's with this paper stuff? Buy ya shit, look how you be actin

Well I aint buyin shit but this one got you laughin

Tough actin like (Tinactin) is how my game got you reactin

Keep ?? them songs, look how you got me actin

Skaboo come through, Skaboo always come through

Shit pay a villain to a mind if a nigga asked you to

I'm feelin you supposed to

Look at all the things that I go through

Ring the bell, gets the ?? before I'm even spoken to

What the ?? quick to blow ya spot

Why you sweatin when it was dead cold? I keeps it hot, hot!

Figure you could ride me and still play me like polo, that's a no no

Now I'm platinum crackin and that's fo sho' though

Baby girl you aint know sexuality

That got you watchin me jockin me fuckin wit Quik, Quik and now she out for me

Pussy, torsi, pussy no working

Skaboo Ha! Got your body jerkin

Did y'all feel dat? (talk box)

We turning you out and we move the crowd, yeah

Did y'all feel dat? (talk box)

We turning you out and we shake the crowd, yeah

Now I'm as real as real gets

And I put that on a police spill fuckin with Quik I'ma be rich

And I aint got no doubt in my mind, change the game in a real way

Residential to presidential hey

Y'all niggas don't wanna see me ballin

Being black, in the big black Navi raw doggin

Puffin on nothin but the bombest

On my way up to the studio to get my definition of "Ebonics"

Doin my thang gettin paid at the same time

5 G's for a 40 second rap line

God bless the voice of a young soldier

You don't wanna party with the realest pass my chips over

Gave the show ate the sandwiches and left

Packed the Avian water, left a big ass mess

Now we on the highway, doin it my way

Back up to the marial for my after party

Did y'all feel dat?

Did y'all feel dat? (talk box)

We turning you out and we move the crowd, yeah

Did y'all feel dat? (talk box)

We turning you out and we shake the crowd, yeah