You Feelin' Me

[Chorus: Bishop Young Don]

Throw your hands in the air if you're feelin' me

Keep 'em both right there if you're feelin' me

If it ain't loud Nina, tell 'em turn it up

Cause we all came to get fucked up

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

Turn on the TV, What you see? Me!

Repping Missouri, Bringing the fury on the TV and BET

Kansas City Chief

Bang this MC beat

I'm bout to sell it, bout to relish and get this speech heat

Kansas City Baby

Where most of the homies are shady doing 180 tryna get to the old lady

Cos' they creep where your moms at

Seek where the bombs at

Peeps making sleep on the seat where the time gap

Bianc's get hifey when unleashing the psyche

White t-shirt, red dickie neck and nikes

Dont get it twisted

Me and Fat T-Z and scritch-scratch from different sides

But when home we kicks it

Regime to the heart nigga

Krizz Kaliko and Bishop together

Haters shutting your liver

Fat Tone man

They mad cause we got our own thang

Asking it maybe baby whats up with that dome game