Feel It

[Verse One]
Ayo yuppies would feed on druffy
To puppy's named Fluffy
She's got a Body like Buffy and these are cruel intentions buddy
Who's nutty as Almond Joy when it's all deployed?
He'll try to have it covered up like priest molesting alter boys
High off the noise, filtered fresh from impurities
Heard to me, invertibly hanging overhead from the corner's of obscurity
Collectively the complexity of a recipe this elaborate
Has a destiny beyond being boxed up with Andrew Jackson's kitchen cabinet
He'll pick the padding, habits kick like hacky sack
Back with Jessica Rabbit, now it's lots of pepper for Roger and the Hossenfeffer
Jack, keep my obliqueves cheesy like Swizz Colony
Mr. Novelty I'm not, please accept this apology
I'm Inn like Holiday, follow lean on the shoulders of giants
All girls who put the 'bi' in ology please feel free to practice science
Reside where the X and Y intersect for this symmetrical alliance
Because it wasn't for this
I'd probably be trying to sell you an electrical appliance

[Hook]
Feel it
The words that be dancing on the ceiling
I'm kneeling to the hand of the man dealing
No healing
The fast service on this slow weekend
I'm bleeding from this spike nerve that they feeding

[Verse Two]
Shoot sped up atoms
Of one element into another
Until the nucleus is fused and a new element is discovered
None other than the slight utter needed to piss discolored
Kiss my lover goodbye, now I'm back to using rubbers
While some press, but can't manage to move a word
I flip type and run text into print like Johannes Gutenberg
Please don't disturb the well written kitten turned tiger
Spitting fire formulated fur balls, then zip my fly up
Commonly refer to myself as an anomaly
Oddly enough, most these MC's bother me like the voice of Gilbert Gottfried
I don't give a fuck
Oh wait, I almost forgot I do
Caught up in the momentum and the moment and lust for Thai food
The tongue tied typhoon, tycoon
End of story
If rhymes are weight, I'd have more bars than the US Bullion Depository
From the mind's quarry, explosive blast to loosen the flash back
To be extracted, Jack the [?] of this rap auditory

[Hook]

[Verse Three]
Well some have gotten fancy under the big top
I stick to hip hop on the side selling soda pop and cotton candy
You're a dandy without the lion
Underneath the garage your band be practicing in
There was a vacancy you should've kept your eye on
Hung from the Belt Of Orion
Neck broke from the first drop from a bullet
As chicken wire that left some feathers flying
In a major way like theme parks on Labor Day
More blunts and a full front as the background slowly fades to grey
I came to play, aim to please, heated from the Chardonnay
Caught with antifreeze drinking game so they take the cards away
Go to parties with more barrels than road construction
I'm the finishing touch on touch ups after post production
First to retire with the most concussions
Heard it over the wire without needing to listen in on closed discussions
Had to step out cause it was freezing inside
Don't need to be fed grapes by a headcase looking for a reason to whine/wine
Season the rhyme
Lines, leaving ya high
See and decide for yourself, you couldn't ketchup/catch up with Heinz

[Hook]