Don't Fight The Feeling
-Will Smith-L. Mahone-C. Simpkins-K. Mayberry-B. Withers-
Performed by Will Smith


I came to make to make you get up, not sit down!
There's no time to play around!
Go up 'n' down to the sound I'm layin' down.
Pound for pound, it's a first round K-O.
The man on the mic got the vision of Galileo. 
Swift with a pen 'n' a pad 'n' a concept.
Tongue like a sword I slice with my intellect.
People late dancin'.
Yo, I solve this.
You gotta make a record that the crowd is involved with.
You gotta make 'em, gotta make 'em say 
  Hoooooo!
You gotta make 'em, gotta make 'em say 
  Hoooooo!
Get on up, ain't no time for relaxin'.
Keepin' their attention with the crowd in erection.
I know you feel it! I know you feel it!
Uh uh!
I know you feel it! I know you feel it!
So get your hands in the air 'n' try to touch the ceiling.
But whatever you do
   Don't fight the feelin'!

Chorus

Stop frontin'!
I know that you can feel it.
I know it's inside you, c'mon homie, reveal it!
You're standin' on the side, tryin' to play like a cool guy.
You frontin' but I know you wanna dance like a fool. Why?
You gonna play yo'self out, you can feel it.
You can't suppress it, my buddy, you gotta deal with it.
It took time workin' in a studio writin',
to make a record that was kickin' 'n' will excite you.
Somethin' smashin', somethin' fantastic.
Somethin' that make you turn into the ?? ?? blasted.
And I succeeded.
First I wrote the rhyme I needed, 
and then I got a beat-box 'n' began to beat it!
And then I had ?? for fashion.
And now to the club for a hip hop testin'!
Huh, nice 'n' loud, get your hands up to ceiling!
'N' yo, you know the rules c'mon!
    Don't fight the feelin'!

Chorus

Ey yo, fellas!
You know how when you're lookin' for action, 
preparin' to bush up on a girlie that's maxin'?
You chillin' in the club searchin' for some romancin'.
But the girlie cuts you short by sayin' that she ain't dancin'.
Well just the other night, I was coolin' in the limelight.
That's when I saw a cutie, a beauty and I thought I might have an opportunity to possibly get a dance, but when I asked her to dance, she said "Yo babe, I ain't ready yet".
I didn't get mad, I just needed a second.
I walked away 'n' waited for the DJ to play another record.
'N' when he did I regained my compulsion, loosen' my jacket 'n' my tie 'n' I prepared to walk over to her.
Grabbed her hand, talked fresh new manicure.
I said "Girl, what you frontin' for, let's get on the dance floor".
Just kick of your heels, get your hands to the ceilin'.
Yo baby, get up. You know you wnat it!

Chorus to fade