Q-tip - Feva lyrics

[Verse 1:] What a consorted effort The crew ain't ever sayin' "eff it" My dude I'm saying Instead of laying for the credit We rather wait our best and just [?] it Let's put forward Yes we got to be historic But we got to have love for it It's not your regular average poet I'm into to the [?] just to know And I know it When it's time to get a hand in there Incite the party with the fire No sitting there And no complaining here Disgruntled thirty-somethings Whining over yesteryear Let my drums just rumble through Cats wanna f** around f** it, let's do it, dude Like a sand dune, sure to get swept up You never should have stepped up You need to know your man's MO Queens pedigree, bro In the outskirts, feel it be You got the feva here You feel the heat [Chorus:] Oh my my my, I think I got a feva (I think I got the fever, I-I-I-I-I think I got the fever) For something good (I think I got the fever, I-I-I-I-I think I got the fever) Oh my my my, I think I got a feva (I think I got the fever, I-I-I-I-I think I got the fever) For something good (I think I got the fever, I-I-I-I-I think I got the fever) [Verse 2:] For a minute, man, you saw a bit And the tribe was the conduit Deep in the pit of your stomach The feva made you heart rate summit My ears on the asphalt Why quit when it's your fault You gotta wake up and read the mercury I'm like Chicken George Dude, doggie, you ain't merking me With the golden mic I'm known to be a motherf**er And do what I like Spitting volumes of tales that needs to be in libraries You're mortified up in the cemetery And we stay open It's in our blood, it's genetic While others are infected With the weakening DNA that makes both sweet and [?] Bounce, girl, shake a bit Break 'em, oracles do away with the [?] My brother makes a real quick way out the stands With a lot of stout So what? You made your money, now what? What you living for? What you gon' do, dummy? Yo, you gotta have a fever for something You gotta have a fever for something [Chorus]