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    "Can You Feel It?" Lyrics

    Freak Power

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    Haaaaaa, and it don't stop and it don't stop
    Rugged Child got the world prop nigga
    Can you feel it
    Can you feel it
    (Do I gotta cock my pistol?)

    [Shyheim]
    I be notorious like that nigga Big Smalls
    Plus I keep it raw live illegal like Jamal
    If ya act up you get shot up
    What the blood? I represent thugs (you know it)
    y'all know my style, bring it to man, woman and child
    Buckwild juvenile (Rugged Child break it down)
    Jiggers they stick close like crews
    You never see me spendin cash rules on you fools
    Cause I don't love you hoes (why not)
    A lot of y'all cross be laws like Got
    A nigga like me keep it real, word to Jesus
    Respect to the real woman, fuck you skeezers

    Chorus: (2x)
    Can you feel it
    Can you feel it
    (Or do I gotta cock my pistol?)

    I'm a juvenile deliquent, I keeps a cocked biscuit
    Moet and Alize be gettin a nigga lifted
    And when I'm high my mouth is dry
    I'm not from the sky
    But a nigga for the eye he better do or die
    Clack-clack, that's all you hear up in the dark
    Blaka-blaka, and then two bright sparks
    The boy fall down while screamin police
    WOOO jiggy comin, but them no worry me see
    A criminal for bein crimi-nal
    No matter who, what, how, when or where it goes down
    A dramalord plus a punany don
    In '95 I'ma max like Nissan
    I'ma max, get it, max, I'ma, Max-ima, well come along
    I take you through another Chamber, let me pick
    36 Wu-Tang? Yeah that be that shit

    Chorus

    So I creep ooohhhhhh I roll deep like F.O.I.'s
    Recognize or get paralyzed
    I drop jewels like a nervous appraiser
    A hell raiser, engrave my logo in your back player
    I bring the pain in many different methods
    Similar to the lethal injection and your style is seconds
    What punk, boy I'll box ya up
    Plus my rhymes is sicker than them kids in Somalia

    Chorus
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Ashley William Slater, Kenton Nix, Norman Cook.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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