CHORUS Yeah.... That's right Feel the rhythm Feel the rhythm Feel the... x 3 Yeah.... Feel the beat VERSE 2 My n***a It took a second Nah it took minute To come up with the method For messin' with the new rhythm It's a jazz song I would ever pa** on When I heard the the hi-hats Had to give a hats off I lost my mind Like I'm sniffing bath salts The beat;s divine Like a n***a blast off Into heaven I'm chillin' Meditatin' on the groove Feelin' like it took away my blues Call it acid wash denim I'm fond of the bongos And horns they a combo That forms such a bond with my heart It's a convo Yeah And it's giving what I need I'm spittin' to the beat and it's speaking back to me We really love each other like a cheetah love to speed We really go together Like the sneakers on my feet If you don't really get it then you need to take a seat Tout suite CHORUS VERSE 2 I feel Kinetic And frenetic With the melodie I had to come correct Yeah I knew I n***a Better be incredibal My syllables should render Other artists so forgettable That even quite formidable n***as look like the minimum I'm tryna get the hands up By the time That I'm onto the next stanza Never make bands a-make-her-dance tracks But I bet its a chance You gon' wiggle that a** Girl wiggle that a** How could you not? The sh**'s got me hot The tempo The vibe Got me asking Should I Even try to rhyme or is it blasphemy? I won't deny I really wanna ride the beat I'm tryna keep up Make you rock steady Like I'm Bebop Getting all sweaty In your reeboks Drippin' in the club tryna see if somebody had turn heat up Ya girl 5'7 But I'm big as Vlade Divak When I'm in my element I cannot really be stopped Flow is like the temperature of winter time in T-DOT Better hit another club if you gon' be diva You need to get low I'm committing verbal jihad Said you need to get low I'm committing verbal jihad That line is so dope it's bananas like Chiquita CHORUS