Lyrics

[Intro] One! Two! Three! Uhh! [Verse 1] (One) One time cause I got that feeling, that feeling To the two, put your hands up, touch that ceiling, that ceiling To the three, this shit's got funk appealing, appealing To the uh, I got, I got that feeling, that feeling And I'm screaming and I'm beating up all these demons Got the whole damn planet fiending For my rhyming and my reason I'm anointing the world when I'm rapping Captivated by my rhythmic attraction Motivated 'til you get a little more Max and And then assasinate the cats that's relaxing POW! Keep moving, y'all fools don't know what I'm doing Paranoia got y'all viewing my every move and pursuing Murder, word up Punk motherfuckers get hurt up Bitch motherfuckers pull your skirts up Cause all ya'll bout to get marked up now [Chorus] I let my stress out and I feel alive I let my stress out, I feel alive Talk about, uh uh uh, I feel alive Uh uh uh Talk about, uh uh uh, I feel alive Uh uh uh I feel alive, I feel alive, I feel alive, I feel alive [Verse 2] Here comes the two action, three never stop for your reaction (Two) Here comes the two action, three never stop for your reaction (Three) Here comes the two action, three never stop for your reaction [?] always on time Mechanism magnificent, yeah we flippin' it Like UPS, we shippin' it On the dance floor, kickin' it On the mic, rippin' it [?], don't mention it Your flows don't work 'cause I think [?] You ain't a playa, homeboy, you been bitchin' it [?] It's kinda crazy how we mic checkin' it Somewhat amazin' how we keep makin' it You keep fakin' it, while we keep breakin' it Breakin' it down like a [?] Rock the ghetto blaster [Chorus] I let my stress out and I feel alive I let my stress out, I feel alive Talk about, uh uh uh, I feel alive Uh uh uh Talk about, uh uh uh, I feel alive Uh uh uh I feel alive, I feel alive, I feel alive, I feel alive [Verse 3] Boom, comin' up with instant doom I got stinks that will stink the room Boom, comin' up with instant doom I got stinks that will stink the room Boom, comin' up with instant doom I got stinks that will stink the room Who's comin' up with stinky tunes? The doctor of funk, opening up perfumes Now, how you like my kinky style? I don't need [?] to rock the little [?] I just gotta think and then spill it out [?] riddle, then spit it out Blurt it out, get it out, blurt it out The word is out Done exited the mouth Now I send it [?], direct [?] Makin' contact with your brain and that's when You're dazed by the phrase, amazed from what I said [?] play with ya head [?] the dead, death by the Jedi MC master Rock the ghetto blaster [Chorus] I let my stress out and I feel alive I let my stress out, I feel alive Talk about, uh uh uh, I feel alive Uh uh uh Talk about, uh uh uh, I feel alive Uh uh uh I feel alive, I feel alive, I feel alive, I feel alive