[Intro Skit]

Hold up

Folks start talkin' 'bout music, all of a sudden everybody's a genius

It's cool

Everybody knows the way to get in, get home

Relax

The new hit, everything need new hit

Man, for real just chill (shut up!)

Y'all talkin' 'bout what you feelin' to do (Yeah)

What you feelin' to do?

I know what I'm feelin' to do

So what you feelin' to do?

[Verse 1]

Who, me? (Yeah, you)

What I'm feelin' to do is introduce the tone and get in tune

Try to hit a groove, a different mood

To get into each syllable really smooth

Some time, I feel like a [?]

One size, they always tryna limit you

No gimic dude, being, just spit a few

Livin' proof, individual is the original

It's like a miraclе

Who put the fear in you

If God did it, no wonder rеligion's getting ridiculed

Check what you're hearing through

Blessed to reveal it to ya

Pearing through the glass, see the flash in your rear view

Hear to remind you that time isn't limitless

So get it while you can, be a man, don't be timid

Choose, move, never make excuse, follow one little rule

Do unto others as you want them to do unto you

And that's biblical, flippin' on this interlude

This is my instrument and I'm in a sentimental mood

There's a gifted few who can get a toot

Or make some moonshine

Y'all just sippin' proof

Floatin' on the river of rhythm up in my intertude

This is who I am, got a plan to deliver truth

Give it to whoever I can while I'm in this booth

Hold up, give me a minute, let me think this through

[Verse 2]

Let me think this through

I can feel the dew

I'm in the groove cool like an interview

Give your man a pad and a pen or two

And I'mma incubator, syncopator, till it's printerful

Catch a mood and present a few

A crew revenue, we spend it when the rent is through

Never [?] or nothing [?] booth

Keep the words flowing through the motion like a printer-through

The critical cynical know they feel it too

Before the finish let me get a minute, spend a few

No [?], I meant it to be presentable

With evident, with every element it's dependable

And it's nothing new (No)

Just a couple dudes cookin' in the kitchen

While I was kickin' like a tennis shoe

It's unconditional, lookin' for the simple clues

Go for what I know 'cause I ain't trippin' tryin' to pick and choose

And that's the ritual

Flippin' on this interlude, sick of the sittin' to man I'm itchin' for something to do

Pick a couple [?], chillin' like a villain Mil

Tryin' to cop a feeling while I'm dealing with the winter blues

You either win or lose and I'm on a mission to move

And reaching my listeners with a simple groove

Now I lit the fuse, blow it up and show a poof

Grow enough to show and know enough to think it through