Festive Overture(Can Ya Feel It?)
Song by Mood Juice featuring Mista Dobalina and narrative by Benji 'Gauchito' Senderowicz.
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Story behind the song
You know tha deal PUNK. Was mixin with some nice international flavor instrumentals and then busted some lyrics.
Lyrics
[Intro]
[Ladies and Gentlemen…
What you are about to experience is none other…
Than the greatest performer in the world…
The eigth and ninth wonders of the world
More amazing than Houdini, greater than the dalai lama
His rhyming skills are more acrobatic than the Blue Angels
Sharper than a punch by Muhammad Ali
This…ladies and gentlemen
Is not your ordinary MC…
This, is a revolution…
A worldwide takeover,
More prolific than the Ming Dynasty
These are some BEATS, that will seriously bust YO CHOPS]
[Verse 1]
Yo, I gibbidy get this thang bumpin like chicken pox
Run around whistling like a stovepot
It’s on I wreck dis song like Ghengis Khan
I’m gon make you move like a chess board pawn
Like a prawn, it’s shelled hard like that
And as a matter fact the mic won’t be intact
cause I open my trap and start to spits my rap
like jackhammers goin in the middle of ya nap
You like, Damn this here is oh so live
Before I heard of this however did I survive
Yes please believe I’m providing life support
I wash out the shit that makes ya lungs contort
Of course, I hit it heavy like blood sports
Or I can get analytical like a book report
I just want the planet in the palm of my hand
When I spit for fans I illustrate like crayons
Wit words, it’s like an urban mural up on the concrete
Obsolete never, I can tackle any endeavor
I like to picture myself as DaVinci or Van Gogh
Paintin my portraits wit a simple word flow
Cause the act of expression can be strong like bombs
Literally metaphysically rightin the wrong
And when I say it’s on once I pronounce this song
I mean explosively like a pipe bomb
[Verse 2]
Explosive, captivating, when you hear this you’ll act a mani..ac
Your back, will never touch the wall, you’ll be dancing all around, and this y’all
May, knock off a toupee, beats so sweet it causes tooth decay
Can’t ya feel it? This is magic right here
Hip hop is back, man, have no fear
[But, hey, if you remember anything at all
If you remember anything, remember this]
Yo, hip hop is music, no it ain’t no gimmick
Why you tryin to put that shit all up in it
It’s culture, yeah it’s more than rap
So you better get ready Ima take it straight back
It goes back to the days of flat top fades
When shell toed shoes were just all the rage
There was poppin and lockin, and MC battle raps
The only thing twisted was spraypaint bottle caps
There was scratchin, dancin to breaks, and Kurtis Blow
And MCs not concerned wit their cash flow
When KRS, Slick Rick and Flav were all that
The crowds in the street were movin to boom bap
[Verse 3a]
Sometimes I don’t even know what to do,
These beats are so crazy they’ll turn your mind to stew.
Some beef broth and a potato here and there,
Your mind will taste so good I’ll just rip off your hair,
Sell the recipe and become a millionaire.
I swear, I’ll eat you like a grizzly bear
That’s the way it is here makin’ money of the dead.
That’s why your goin’ down, ass pumped full o’ lead.
[Verse 3b]
I stay spittin it gritty and raw always the better for y’all
Slick wit dem metaphors from here down to Darfur
I just gotta spit the truth y’all MC’s annoy me
I‘m gonna take over but who’s ‘gon anoint me
See the problem lies in that without a major deal
Your shit gets played off and slipped like a banana peel
But guess what? I ain’t easy like dat
Lyrics resonate like Frank Thomas swingin the bat
[Verse 3c]
Damn man, whatchu think I ain’t got a master plan
I always be ferocious wit the mic in my hand
I ain’t playin, I grab your throat wit my hand
But like sand, you slip away and hide in a clam
But I’m not a bad guy I’m just misunderstood,
But that’s how it is living in the Lafayette hood.
My house is so small it can’t even hold these rhymes,
But sometimes I gotta use ‘em to get away from these crimes.
[Verse 3d]
My rhymes split heads wide open like watermelons
Like Dr. Scholl’s they gellin, straight like Magellan
I’ma convicted felon ‘caus
