Who Feelin' It

Album: The Good, The Bad, And The Funky (2000)
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  • Who feels it, knows it
    Who loves it, shows it
    Who feels it, loves it
    Who knows it, shows it

    Wicky-wicky, here comes my genius
    Killin' me wicked with his stylus
    Slap it on the turntable, DJ
    Won't you play for me Marvin Gaye?
    Invisibl Skratch (n) Piklz
    Beastie Boys, thrills and tickles
    Beat Junkies, make it funky, please
    Fela Kuti is no Zombi!
    Scratch it up, here comes my genius
    Grandmaster Flash and the Furious
    Nasty licks, they are serious
    'The Message,' delirious!
    Do Boy's a genius chameleon
    Afrika Bambaataa holds dominion!
    Fugees on the scene like a Felini dream
    Salvation's here ?la Al Green!

    Who feels it, knows it
    Who loves it, shows it
    Who feels it, loves it
    Who knows it, shows it

    Do you wanna get jiggy with a genius?
    Hardest workin' man in the business
    Shufflin' grooves from the underground
    Nobody move, must be James Brown!
    Wu Tang, mix it up sinuous
    Big Baby Jesus is a genius
    My Manu D'Bango
    Rockin' the mic like Chango!

    Ya, ya, wo, wo, wo. . .

    Sticky-sticky finger on a fader
    A-slippin-and-a-slidin with the Raida
    Here is transportation to heaven
    Props to the chops of the X-men!
    Wally Badarou is a genius
    DJ Babu, spontaneous
    Bernie Worrell, a visionary

    Play for me Lee Perry

    Tra la la la la! Tra la la la la!
    Pass the Peas to the JBs!
    Whatcha gonna do with a broken heart?
    Sip Cristal, burn up the chart
    Whatcha gonna do when they put you down?
    Move to the tip, groove underground
    Whatcha gonna do when you miss your mark?
    Chill out, choose a brand new start
    How does it feel to be back on top?
    It's good, un-huh, and you don't stop!

    Who feels it, knows it
    Who loves it, shows it
    Who feels it, loves it
    Who knows it, shows it
    Who feels it, knows it
    Who loves it, shows it
    Who feels it, loves it
    Who knows it, shows it

    Oops! Yo' mama!
    Ya, ya, wo, wo, wo. . .
    No one can sing quite like Otis Redding!
    Whatcha gonna do with a broken heart?
    Sip Cristal, burn up the chart!
    Whatcha gonna do when they put you down?
    Move to the tip, groove underground!
    Whatcha gonna do when you miss your mark?
    Chill out, choose a brand new start!
    How does it feel to be back on top?
    It's good, un-huh, and you don't stop!
    Ya, ya, wo, wo, wo. . .

    Who feels it, knows it
    Who loves it, shows it
    Who feels it, loves it
    Who knows it, shows it
    Who feels it, knows it
    Who loves it, shows it
    Who feels it, loves it
    Who knows it, shows it
    Writer/s: CHRISTOPHER FRANTZ, TINA WEYMOUTH
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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