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How It Feel?

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Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

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

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

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

2]
Nigga you don't me
I'm part Hues, part horny, part holy
First trip on the ramp is the and rolly
Keep one on my with a new pro-chromy
If they priest the mention that I've been biten
But a be the chocolate where critics are written
He insane where his music admire
Ask anyone from Vouge and Esquire And Vanity Fair you like can of the
But you should guess in insanity chair
Now it ain't about I want
Still thumbing through my life like a drug-star
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 for you fuckers to admit it
But I admit I got all this paper 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 happy buy a Sattle
Unlike my sister when she lost her papa
I there, gettin stroke and nothing to trap-uh
John could do, when surrounded true
A man dies, baby born, as far as
It's a simple proof us and imposters
We hop in the air, and care what it costs us
Now I'm NERD with a pit full of Martians
I guess you say that we fly like saucers
Zapping at niggas, with classing and
The cash and whippers
The mag ripper
Go and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you don't me...