Don't Even Feel It by The Real Roxanne
Don't Even Feel It by The Real Roxanne

Don’t Even Feel It

The Real Roxanne * Track #7 On The Real Roxanne

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Don't Even Feel It by The Real Roxanne

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The Real Roxanne
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The Real Roxanne aims to establish her dominance throughout the duration of the Roxanne Wars. With shady behaviors going on with beats and rhymes being stolen, Roxanne shares the great lengths she is willing to go to defend her name and art. This track comes off her self-titled album “The Real Roxan...

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Don’t Even Feel It Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah boy
Come on
Come on, come on
Yeah boy
Come on

[Verse 1]
Don’t even feel it
Or try to steal it
Cause if I catch you
Imma break and patch you
(Come on)
Up the cement to present you as a statue
You little shit for brains line biter
I think you’re lucky cause I’m a lover, not a fighter
(Come on, come on)
I’m the R O X, it’s me
With the gun, it’s the fun-loving one Howie Tee
(Come on)
He’s a DJ and I’m the Rox
I take the MC’s, he the disc jocks
It's like a game
You’re all the same
(Yeah boy)
Talk about your talk and then I take your name
I think it’s rather funny, dummy
What should I do to yuh
Treat you like a gummy
Bear
I don’t care
Who, what, when, why, how, or where
(Come on)
This can happen
So start rapping
But if it sounds like mine
Imma start slapping faces
Dudes and aces
(Yeah boy)
That's how I do it, so I'm gonna feel it

[Hook]
Ain’t, ain’t, (come on) ain’t good enough (Can you feel it?)
Ain’t good enough (come on, come on)
Ain’t, ain’t, (come on) ain’t, ain’t, ain’t, (come on, come on) ain’t good enough
Ain’t (come on) good enough (Can you feel it?)
Ain’t, ain’t (come on, come on) good enough
Ain’t, ain’t, (come on) ain’t, ain’t, ain’t, ain’t good enough (yeah boy)

[Verse 2 ]
Don’t even breathe in my face
Imma knock you from here to outer space
With just a verse, it takes just a syllable
I keep it to a minimal
Treat you like a criminal
So I should name … [?] dropout bums
So come and Iet me fail ‘ya
Just like high school did you, little kid
Just wish I had a pesticide so I could rid ya
Bitin’ my rhymes, just like a mosquito
Pour me like a chip with dip on Frito Lays
Say that you could be Roxanne
And I will burn and disintegrate you down to the socks
And I’m not the kind of girl you can play with
If you want to battle me, you’re gonna have to pay
With cash
Cause I don’t battle for free
Can you tell them something for me Howie Tee (Yeah boy)

Howie Tee scratching records:
(Don’t even feel it, got, got, got style (come on) can you feel it?
Got, got, got, got style (style style style style) Come on, style style got style (come on, come on) style
Can you feel it? Got style (come on), style, got style, got style, got style, got style, got, got, got (come on), got, got (can you feel it), got, got, got, got, got (come on, come on), got, got, got, got style (come on)
Can you feel it? (yeah, boy) (come on)

[ Verse 3]
Not tryna diss a particular individual, but if you take it personally
Bring with you a load of rhymes
Count your nickels and dimes
Don’t even drop a cop, because it’s gonna be mine
Imma win it in a minute
The limit is 60 seconds
I don’t take credit, forget it, it's only check and cash
American Express and Visa
Anything about value you got a freeza’
Break it, cause we can swing it and even win it
(Yeah boy)
Yo, don’t even feel it

[ Hook]
Come on, come on, come on (can you feel it?)
Come on… come on, come on
Can you feel it? Come on …come on … come on …
Come on, come on (can you feel it?) Yeah boy come on, come on, come on
Can you feel it? come on, come on, can you feel it? come on…come on
Can you feel it? Yeah boy, come on come on come on … can you feel it?
Come on, come on, come on … can you feel it? come on … Can you feel it?
Yeah boy come on Can you feel it?)

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