Tom Tom Club Lyrics, Who Feelin' it (Philip's Psycho Mix) Lyrics
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- Who Feelin' it (Philip's Psycho Mix) Lyrics 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 ив 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
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