Feel It (Hitlist)

Lyrics

Megalon - "Feel It (Hitlist)" [Emcee(s): Megalon] [Producer(s): X-Ray Da Mindbenda] [Scratches: X-Ray Da Mindbenda] [Verse 1: Megalon] Hitlist, dirty niggas felony Flow, eyes barely show, black Skelly low Scuffed Nikes, some type of sweats on, dirty discus, Jersey Bitches telling me, "Yo, he got home. Where do we go?" We throw dirty dishes, black gloves on, this ain't Another rap love song, melody's slow. Hand- -cuffs on, ready to go. Whenever thug on, black Shades with a black hood like back in the days .38 triggers, '91 Christmas [?] Black spray people in the movie theater at 3 o'clock. With God As my witness, kept blazed [?] slayed Norman Bates as sick as three burgundy sixes In your memory, I spit this wickedness. "Nothing To Lose" tattooed around thirty-three stitches. Queens Young-gun niggas, don't forget this: you's A bitch if [?], and I don't give A fuck if you know who the snitch is. Body In the trunk, kid. You know who this is. Tommy probably Drunk and lit, ain't seen Lawrence since he got sentenced Find me on some dumb shit, in the [?] downstairs By the jury on the benches [?] Waiting for you to bring your bitch to get extensions, take you To the roof, trip you, whip you, put your dead body where the engine Is, mismatch gloves on some bum shit When you see me dressed like this, strictly menace, get Your thug on, kid, switch gear in the bathroom, do The dip to the hut where the tattoos is, tell Black I need a cut, put the black in the laundromat Cops from precinct. Two twenty-five-cent juices. Who this? Black Geezus show-and-proving rap music, tat- -tooed it on my back exclusive, clue Tommy Gunn New shit [?] [?] wipe every time the tattoo's here. You know how I Do this: my lieutenant ludicrous, pulls up in a Rented blue whip, ten and deuce-deuce in it. He neuter dicks You're due to hit on the roof. Bluish wigs move here Yeah, all we got to do is lose the whip (*Phone Ring*) Who this? Through piss, I got this new whip. Let's do this Meet on 1-2-5th where that dude lives, give me two Minutes, cracked a brew, took two sips, passed it Seen on some smooth shit [Verse 2: Megalon] Still black. Krill package black-sized Black murder Timbs, black jeans, black ski mask Black hood, black field jacket, real rap Shit. I feel practice makes perfect, so I still Practice, flow off-beat but still ac- -curate, peel your cabbage, ill black, bitch Make your body a meal for the maggots—I feel that shit You get your grill back split. You want to do a real Fast hit? I'm due to kill as S is 130 [?] faggot-ass kids Fat-ass crib. Shed his glasses, his ass is Blind, he can't see city, home after six He had the fast whip, grabbed the car keys to crash The whip, he had the six, one blast from the Fifth, took off after a swig, bloodstains still on the mat- -tresses, [?] massive