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Verse 1
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Feels so good
Feels so good
Verse 2
Feels so good
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Yes yes yes
Now Rule is the town
Where we rest rest rest
If you were wondering
Were the ballistics finally in
Once again,
Brand Nubian
You and your girl came
to see the three rock
Now she stays
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Kick the funky lyrics, throw her down
Lay her on the floor and do work
In three ways
After the party
Guess what?
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Ayyo she's still payin'
Feels so good
Verse 3
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I got this girl a mink sable,
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in return I got a cable
Her name was Fat Mabel and she
broke my kitchen to table
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Ate pasta with this Rasta,
Her hands on her chin,
thought she was a mister
Went out disco dancing,
gave my feet a big blister
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Smacked in the face until I fi
nally I dissed her
Verse 4
Encounter with a stunt,
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and I'm out for spot fronts
Extensions on her wiggy,
I thought her name was Ziggy
But her name was Lucy and
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I met her on the deucey
Put me on hold to go in a store
to get loosey
(Come on)
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Ayy o mack she need to stop it Now
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let me kick some flavor since
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we're building on the topic
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'Cause yo, I knew this girl and
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never saw eyes greener than hers
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But yo there was just one little flaw,
I had to penalize,
'cause they was bought in a store
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A synthetic cosmetic,
it was pathetic
If they was real,
then yo she got the credit
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But they wasn't so she doesn't
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so I kicked it to her cousin
Verse 6
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Feels so good
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Feels, feels so good
Verse 7
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Come here let me put it to
you like this sugar
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Don't change the color of your hair
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Your hair, your hair, your hair
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I said no no no I just want someone
That I can talk to
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I'll take you just the way you are
Word is bond
Verse 8
Yeah right
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Too hot to handle when I was
young I used to vandal
Giving girls the comfort like
a foot and a sandle
Always help another brother,
never running scandals
And if I hit the skids,
well I'll just panhandle
Now I'm gettin' papes,
but stunts gets the vapes
I see it as a joke cause they
break when you're broke
I can give a roar like an ancient
dinosaur (Roar)
Swing a microphone like the
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great mighty Thor
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Puba Maxwell is the mack
Girls seem to love the way my
things are situated
Hump on a bump 'til them
bumps is feelin' sore
Take a quick breather then
Verse 9
I'm goin' back for more!
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Feels so good
Verse 10
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Brother, Derek X, kick flavor
Verse 11
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I do my thing like B.B. King my micro
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phone is named Lucille
Throw a dip in my hip so
they call me extra ill
Making big hits from tidbits,
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how I make my bread
Do some situps, and squat thrusts,
to keep a level head
'Cause I'm well bred, and mannered,
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I create in my workshop
Stay up late at night until my
brain says to stop
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Then I quit, wake up in the
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I find the same line,
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and add some more ish that's hype
But my stripes, marks me by champ
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Check out the bass coming
I'm the controller and
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like the Ayatollah
I used to live in Saudi Arabia
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I never come out straight
Just a yes, or a no, or a maybe I do
Jump on the floor and kick a new dance craze
I can read and I've red since
the days of rhythm
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If rhymin' is fundamental,
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And grab, and not an ounce of
My mother's part Spanish,
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my father's part yardie
I'm not a junior,
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try to see me catch a wool
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I got yeast to rise straight
through the moon
Verse 12
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Feels, feels, feels, feels, feels so good
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Feels, feels, feels, feels, feels so good
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Lord Jamar, God Allah step to it!
Verse 13
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like in astrology they aknowledge me
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but don't look too hard in the sun
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'Cause you might get done
Now any way you count Lord
Jamar will amount to be
As I conclude, to girls I won't be rude
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Just verbally feedin' 'em my mental food
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that can't be contested
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Serve 'em straight from my mouth and in
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your ears they're digested
The rhyme I say, is out of the ordinary
Some say unique I prefer the
term extraordinary
MC's rhymes are ancient
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They're weak and outdated
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while my rhymes are colossal
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Like a Lamborghini, I look good,
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Plus the power I'm unleashing is just,
Discombublatin' MC's with thin
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mind percentage
Guys like my rhymes,
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girls like my masculinity
When I'm on the mic I say what I feel
'cause the God's for real
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It's like that (That) and at my jams
you know you'll never be bored
So just dance and scream,
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praise the Lord
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Alright now this is how we gonna do it
Before we get out like Shout
Verse 15
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We used to be some soloists but
now we form tri- pack
And if you try to step to this,
you just might catch an eye jack
And if you were intelligent,
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you really wouldn't try that
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This is just one black, we'll be back
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