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How It Feel?

wooo! [in background]
Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

1]
Mearle maire, muchacho
flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, by Nato's
With the right of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks at his
Face like a shoot when it's my glock hold
Vanity stings, 'til I die the holy father hands me my wings
When I was young yo the teacher gave me dreams
Giving me music drugs and they handed me things, they shoot it up
See me on the TV, the they wanna fuck
Both and plus, they hoop it up
Got more hits in his zip, who want
I can go back in time, you be Judge
With my men and ?? I know you Neato
Givin' peace to minutes, something like T-Vo
But 3 hundred thousand more with no remote
Take it in the rain, I used to with Tito
But he me and told me that my money's free-doughs
Now the Enzo doors go up like a
Reon, same song from my man Nigo
SLR, when the doors go up it's a fresh elle jar
we boss, he shall not get hot, he too frost
Yessur...

My nigga close eyes,
Just picture you're self holdin' pies
Impliment a plan and and you'll surely
promised by the man that controls the skies
Don't you see, I know that so ill
yet, dawg, just tell me how you feel
...How you dawg?

We picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the late night
Shaking, boiling, lacing, bake it, shaping, shaving, get this cake right
As I serve it, you just burn it, breathe it, it, now watch you take flight
...My how does it feel?
Ha ha! Yessur!

2]
Nigga you don't me
I'm part Howard Hues, horny, part holy
trip on the ramp is the rock and rolly
Keep one on my with a new pro-chromy
If priest need the mention that I've been biten
But a force be the where critics are written
He dresses where his music admire
Ask anyone from and Esquire And Vanity Fair you like can of the year
But you should guess who's in insanity
Now it about what I want
Still thumbing through my life like a porn
It's one to say you did it
one thing to lie about your didgits
It's one thing to say that you it
It's another for you to admit it
But I admit I got all this paper plus the prettiest faces off of our nature
I drive a Casper, s'cuse me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, I got space NASA
And make me happy buy yourself a Sattle
Unlike my sister Stacy when she her papa
I been there, gettin stroke and to trap-uh
John could do, when with true
A man dies, baby born, as far as
It's a simple proof between us and
We hop in the air, and don't what it costs us
Now I'm NERD with a pit full of Martians
I guess you could say that we fly saucers
Zapping at niggas, with and figure
The cash and class
The mag ripper
Go and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you don't me...