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Lyrics
FEEL THE FLOW
Feel the flow ‘cause I know ya got this funny feeling/
Break down doors, check the score, I bet it got ya reeling/
Your skin is peeling, ‘cause I see the speakers radiatin’/
Now you’re kneelin’ with the beat my DJ’s cold creatin’/
Get on the floor, C’mon, get down for you and yours/
It’s a world tour, ya down with the hardcore?/
Time to settle the score, once and for all/
Mirror on the wall, who’s the greatest MC of ‘em all?/
Jimmy C, yiggy yes y’all, he’s the best y’all/
Give him space, he can ace any test y’all/
And I wouldn’t even say it was a close call/
Just a race for second place, way ahead of the pace y’all/
It’s the Beast from the East, rulin’ as the King of the court/
Jimmy C feed the needy and give more to the poor/
They call me Robin Hood from da hood, you say it’s all good/
With a plan that few can understand, now it’s understood/
Like the Lil’ Train that Could, pushed myself all the way/
Practice everyday, outside during rainy days/
Worked on my J, post moves, and killer fadeaways/
There’s no harder way (East Side!) we represent all day/
Feel the flow...
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Well I used to be a shorty before all the growing grew/
Now I’m doin’ 140 in the Snoopmobile, rolling with my crew/
5.0 on my tail (Ha! Ha!) we just see ‘em and laugh/
Not goin’ to jail, ‘cause they’re just looking for an autograph/
Feel the wrath, ‘cause I’m like the chief on a warpath/
But I ain’t talkin’ about the beef that leads to a bloodbath/
Jimmy C may be a G, but I never shot nobody/
Don’t carry a gat, don’t have tats all across my body/
But I got skillz to pay the bills and can rock the party/
And the game with the fame that seems to draw all the hotties/
Send a shottie, a holler outtie, to all of my homies on the E/
Who got mad love for the C, not to mention the W to the B/
Who’s it gonna be? so old school you can call it elementary/
Jimmy C’s still got the diggy-dogg inside of me/
Nothin’ but a G, Thiggy-Thang, Biggy-Biggy-Baby/
It’s the Biggy-Bang Theory when I’m on the mic daily/
‘Cause the bass is always bumpin’ somethin’ crazy/
Wegobomber Records is the label that pays me, /
Who plays me? Seems like everybody’s tryin’ to get a piece/
Gotta say peace to my brothers to the east/
Feel the flow...
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Feel the flow, turn the volume up and soak it in/
I know you can hear me, but are you really listening?/
Wegobombers blowin’ up the spot like Nitro-Glycerin/
Yeah! you got about a million dollar chance of getting’ in/
Fool, get in where you fit in, you’re not a dogg, you’re a kitten/
I’d spend a pittance on this pitiful rhyme you’ve written/
Another dust is bitten, ‘cause a sucka just kissed the dust/
He must’ve missed the small itsby-bitsy fact that he sucked/
In Wego we trust, so here we go, he’s about to steal the show /
“Like I said before, I don’t love you ho’s, I’m out the door”/
Check the score, while Jimmy C break it down to the core /
To the essence of the sentence, raise the roof and level the floor/
It’s the Colt-Dogg (Woof! Woof!) on the mic wreakin’ havoc /
Bass is bumpin’ so loud the speaker’s creatin’ static/
But you still gotta have it, flowin’ on fast like a rabbit/
Pull another rhyme, another line right outta my hat like Magic/
Can you stat it? Cause this album is as good as gold/
Wegobombers Like McDonald’s, looking for a couple of billion sold/
Do what you’re told, we won’t leave ya out in the cold/
The Jimmy to the C, always representin’ the black and old gold/
Feel the flow...//
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