Recapturing The Vibe lyrics

[Intro]

If you feel the vibe

(That beautiful sound I'm loving)

So if you feel the vibe

(When you freak to the beat)

(Coming through with something brand new)

(One, two, uh, check it out)

(Once more, whats up punk)

(Yeah, here we go, here we go)

(Battles I win 'em cause I send 'em to hell when I begin 'em

Because I put it in 'em like a venom)

(He-Here we go again with the funky intro)

Pressure, Pressure, Pressure, Pressure, Pressure, Pressure, Pressure

[Verse 1: Pressure]

It's the next chapter, where's all my heads at?

You slept at the fact that we crept back to

Set factors straight, the only dead rappers

Are penned at the papes of no cred actors

Those haters, no you don't fade us

You don't know shit, so your on a need to know basis

For those gracious folk with no status

I made this flow for you, no your own name is

Not a part of the bigger picture, listen it's the

Middle finger that you put up in a fixture

Life's a bitch and it'll hit ya

If I could pimp women like I do words I'd be living literature

Hip Hop's a circus act, this is absurd but fact

One critic or cynic for every that learned to rap

One lyric with gimmick for every with purpose that

Furthered rap culture round the earth and back

But some diss when I'm up in your face

You're a man of your word; you got nothing to say

I got respect for my scene and love for the place

Where I bled for my dreams and struggled for change

We're still striving on, we're still alive and strong

Right or wrong I'd still kill for it ride along

Insightful on the real deal when I write a song

Question, you still feel the vibe I'm on?

[Hook]

If you feel the vibe

(That beautiful sound I'm loving)

So if you feel the vibe

(When you freak to the beat)

So if you feel the vibe

(That beautiful sound I'm loving)

So if you feel the vibe

(Its Mr. Suffa)

(Emcee)

Oi Suff, you in there?

[Verse 2: Suffa]

I had the whole crowd like, 'oh shit', that's right I said it

I'll be like, da, da, da, da, roll like the credits

Two of the best to ever edit poetics

It be the three headed beast from Obese come to set it

Off, Hilltop in this place, "sir just calm down"

Spit fire on stage and burn your bar down

You hear it bumping in clubs you turn your car round

You hear it pumping in pubs you buy the bar a round

Pump it up in your car; turn your car to a club

(Smash through the wall of a pub) and burn the bar down

(Just burn the bar down), like a disco inferno

(MC's are the only thing we burn though)

I'm the arsonist like Rakim is

So ask your kids who the number one artist is

Obese got the mad fucking roster while

(Your crew couldn't even) house a foster child!

You're flamboyant like Oscar Wilde, I gots to smile

When you panic on stage like you lost a child

"Where's Benny?", Benny's across the road watching Hilltop

Cos they got the flow the hills have still got

Funk, the skills, the beats to get nice on

Don't need drugs, I get a buzz when the mic's on

So hit the floods Suffa like it with the lights on

Hilltop, we're what's left when the vibe's gone

[Outro]

If you feel the vibe

(That beautiful sound I'm loving)

So if you feel the vibe

(When you freak to the beat)

So if you feel the vibe

(That beautiful sound I'm loving)

So if you feel the vibe

(R-O-U-G-H-E-R, Rougher)