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How It Feel?

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Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

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

My close your eyes,
Just picture you're self just pies
Impliment a and and you'll surely rise
Just promised by the man that the skies
you see, I know that shit's so ill
Better yet, dawg, just tell me how you
...How you feel

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

2]
Nigga you don't me
I'm part Howard Hues, part horny, holy
First trip on the ramp is the and rolly
Keep one on my staff a new pro-chromy
If they priest need the mention that been biten
But a force be the chocolate critics are written
He dresses insane where his admire
Ask anyone from and Esquire And Vanity Fair you like can of the year
But you should who's in insanity chair
Now it ain't what I want
Still thumbing through my like a drug-star porn
one thing to say you did it
It's one thing to lie about your
It's one to say that you live it
another for you fuckers to admit it
But I I got all this paper plus the prettiest faces that's off of our nature
I drive a Casper, s'cuse me Cassper, wanted me at my house, I got space like NASA
And it'll make me buy yourself a Sattle
Unlike my sister Stacy when she her papa
I been there, stroke and nothing to trap-uh
John could do, surrounded with true
A man dies, born, as far as Peru
It's a simple proof between us and
We hop in the air, and don't care what it 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 thrashing mag
Go and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you don't me...