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Yeah....
That's right
Feel the rhythm
Feel the rhythm
Feel the... x 3

Yeah....
Feel the beat

VERSE 2
My n***a
It took a second
Nah it took minute
To come up with the method
For messin' with the new rhythm
It’s a jazz song
I would ever pass on
When I heard the the hi-hats
Had to give a hats off
I lost my mind
Like I'm sniffing bath salts
The beat;s divine
Like a n***a blast off
Into heaven
I’m chillin'
Meditatin' on the groove
Feelin' like it took away my blues
Call it acid wash denim
I’m fond of the bongos
And horns they a combo
That forms such a bond with my heart
It’s a convo
Yeah
And it’s giving what I need
I’m spittin' to the beat and it’s speaking back to me
We really love each other like a cheetah love to speed
We really go together Like the sneakers on my feet
If you don’t really get it then you need to take a seat
Tout suite

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VERSE 2
I feel Kinetic
And frenetic
With the melodie
I had to come correct
Yeah I knew I n***a
Better be incredibal
My syllables should render
Other artists so forgettable
That even quite formidable
N***as look like the minimum
I’m tryna get the hands up
By the time
That I’m onto the next stanza
Never make bands a-make-her-dance tracks
But I bet its a chance
You gon' wiggle that ass
Girl wiggle that ass
How could you not?
The shit's got me hot
The tempo
The vibe
Got me asking
Should I
Even try to rhyme or is it blasphemy?
I won’t deny
I really wanna ride the beat
I’m tryna keep up
Make you rock steady
Like I’m Bebop
Getting all sweaty
In your reeboks
Drippin' in the club tryna see if somebody had turn heat up
Ya girl 5’7
But I’m big as Vlade Divak
When I’m in my element
I cannot really be stopped
Flow is like the temperature of winter time in T-DOT
Better hit another club if you gon' be diva
You need to get low I’m committing verbal jihad
Said you need to get low I’m committing verbal jihad
That line is so dope it’s bananas like Chiquita

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