Yeah yo
My instincts lead me this rap shit feed me
Hip-Hop need me packaged rap need me
Jetting overseas foreign fairs they greet me
Live on stage lines long to see me
Yeah reception of a king when I walk in the building
Grown men and women in the place no children
Packed house back out my mic then I buck off
Chicks scream like LL ripping his shirt off
Rock star status in the front row yelling
Run through my set all live no DAT
Just two turntables with a mic in effect
Word for word the crowd refers with each song
Like a platinum n***a with a million
If you feeling what I'm feeling
Then it means that I'm doing my thing
But yo on the real it's some dudes fear this
Ain't no such thing to me as I can't
See I never let a small thing wear on my brain
Hear what I'm saying just what I need yeah
To all my people in the front ya don't stop
To my people in the back ya don't stop
To my people on the side ya don't stop
To my man Big L one love God
You lactose I reach from words I speak
Influence like King when he said I have a dream
Pro-black hero few know the MO
Many be amazed when I show 'em my credential
Teef still digging fans still checking
Wax I keep pressing critics still stressing
Every song has a message some call it teaching
Eyes wide shut motherf**kers still sleeping
Yeah covers all regions all four seasons
Never will I stop 'til I just stop breathing
Won't go pop unless I start singing
Every now and then O soul need redeeming
Every now and then for the 'dro I'm fiending
High to the point my eyes need Visine'n
I lay it down right the shit that I'm feeling
So if you feeling what I'm feeling
Then it means that I'm doing my thing
But yo on the real it's some dudes fear this
Ain't no such thing to me as I can't yo
To all my people in the front ya don't stop
To my people in the back ya don't stop
To my people on the side ya don't stop
To my man Big L one love God
Just what I need Yo I need prove nothing
Yeah proof and a kick like Bruce Lee-roy I start blowing
Non-stop action like Jack Chan in fact
Flow like tihs for me is half-assed I put
Maybe five percent of my brain on wax
The other 95% tucked away in the smash
I don't mean to brag or maybe I do
Thoughts like pneumonia talk like a grown-up
Kids on the corner love my persona
Get a whiff of this b***h smell my aroma
Slick talking niggaz get left in a coma
Thinking I'm a punk cause my job is a performer
Time and time again I've shown within my zone
Anywhere I lay my dome is my home there's
So many niggaz in the game I've spawned
F**k who don't acknowledge it I know what I've done
So if you feeling what I'm feeling
Then it means that I'm doing my thing
But yo on the real it's some dudes fear this
Ain't no such thing to me as I can't
See I never let a small thing wear on my brain
Hear what I'm saying just what I need
