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How It Feel?

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Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

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

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

We picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the late night
Shaking, boiling, lacing, bake it, shaping, shaving, gotta get this right
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 know me
I'm part Howard Hues, part horny, holy
First trip on the ramp is the rock and
Keep one on my staff a new pro-chromy
If they priest need the mention that I've biten
But a force be the chocolate critics are written
He dresses where his music admire
Ask anyone from Vouge and And Vanity Fair you like can of the year
But you should guess who's in chair
Now it about what I want
Still thumbing my life like a drug-star porn
It's one to say you did it
It's one thing to lie about didgits
one thing to say that you live it
It's for you fuckers to admit it
But I admit I got all paper plus the prettiest faces that's off of our nature
I drive a Casper, s'cuse me Cassper, meet me at my house, I got space like NASA
And it'll 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 surrounded true
A man dies, born, as far as Peru
It's a simple between us and imposters
We hop in the air, and care what it costs us
Now I'm with NERD with a pit of Martians
I guess you could say that we fly like
Zapping at niggas, with and figure
The cash and whippers
The mag ripper
Go and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you don't me...