Did Y'all Feel Dat?

New game.
 Ay, my musical style is far from intermediate
 And my lyrics stay flow as if I was collegian (smart)
 Take my style you need it
 Cus the shit I'm hearing on the radio is so repeated
 So repetitive, not to be confused with competitive
 Get a bar of this you need a sedative
 It'll keep you up all night
 Analyze it; dissect it, pretty tough all right
 Cus I got some magic goin down
 I summon up my powers and get tragic on the sound
 Levin maggots on the ground (wow)
 And I'm trying to do it twice and get some rich ass figures
 Cus I'm tired of being nice to you bitch ass niggas
 And the truth is, I ignore disses
 You probably want my misses or you probably want my kisses, little faggot
 Never one for metaphors
 But now I take competitors, bleeding through that set of doors
 Cus I'm pretty jagged
 Flyer than TWA
 We came to the game strong we ready to play
 So watch how you speak it
 Cus my niggas'll break bats over your head until you leakin
 Nigga take that
 Did y'all feel dat? *talk box*
 We turning you out and we move the crowd, yeah
 Did y'all feel dat? *talk box*
 We turning you out and we shake the crowd, yeah
 What's with this paper stuff? Buy ya shit, look how you be actin
 Well I aint buyin shit but this one got you laughin
 Tough actin like +Tinactin+ is how my game got you reactin
 Keep? them songs, look how you got me actin
 Skaboo come through, Skaboo always come through
 Shit pay a villain to a mind if a nigga asked you to
 I'm feelin you supposed to
 Look at all the things that I go through
 Ring the bell, gets the? before I'm even spoken to
 What the? quick to blow ya spot
 Why you sweatin when it was dead cold? I keeps it hot, hot!
 Figure you could ride me and still play me like polo, that's a no no
 Now I'm platinum crackin and that's fo sho' though
 Baby girl you aint know sexuality
 That got you watchin me jockin me fuckin wit Quik, Quik and now she out for
 Pussy, torsi, pussy no working
 Skaboo Ha! Got your body jerkin
 Did y'all feel dat? *talk box*
 We turning you out and we move the crowd, yeah
 Did y'all feel dat? *talk box*
 We turning you out and we shake the crowd, yeah
 Now I'm as real as real gets
 And I put that on a police spill fuckin with Quik I'ma be rich
 And I aint got no doubt in my mind, change the game in a real way
 Residential to presidential hey
 Y'all niggas don't wanna see me ballin
 Being black, in the big black Navi raw doggin
 Puffin on nothin but the bombest
 On my way up to the studio to get my definition of "Ebonics"
 Doin my thang gettin paid at the same time
 5 G's for a 40 second rap line
 God bless the voice of a young soldier
 You don't wanna party with the realest pass my chips over
 Gave the show ate the sandwiches and left
 Packed the Avian water, left a big ass mess
 Now we on the highway, doin it my way
 Back up to the marial for my after party
 Did y'all feel dat?
 Did y'all feel dat? *talk box*
 We turning you out and we move the crowd, yeah
 Did y'all feel dat? *talk box*
 We turning you out and we shake the crowd, yeah