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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
Inspire young minds, stacked by
With the right of a patho
'cross the water with bricks at his poncho
Face a shoot when it's bussin' my glock hold
Vanity stings, 'til I die when the father hands me my wings
When I was young yo the teacher me stanity dreams
Giving me like drugs and they handed me things, they shoot it up
See me on the TV, the cuties they wanna
Both presidental and plus, they 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, like your T-Vo
But it's 3 thousand more with no remote
Take it in the rain, I used to live with
But he clowned me and told me my money's 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 you're self just holdin' pies
Impliment a and and you'll surely rise
Just promised by the man that controls the
Don't you see, I know shit's so ill
yet, dawg, just tell me how you feel
...How you feel

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

2]
Nigga you know me
I'm part Hues, part horny, part holy
trip on the ramp is the rock and rolly
Keep one on my staff with a new
If priest need the mention that I've been biten
But a force be the where critics are written
He dresses insane where his music
Ask from Vouge and Esquire And Vanity Fair you like can of the year
But you should who's in insanity chair
Now it about what I want
Still thumbing through my like a drug-star porn
It's one to say you did it
It's one thing to lie about your
It's one to say that you live it
It's another for you fuckers to 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, wanted meet me at my house, I got space like
And make me happy buy yourself a Sattle
Unlike my sister Stacy when she lost her
I been there, gettin stroke and nothing to
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 care 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 whippers
The thrashing mag
Go and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you know me...