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How It Feel?

wooo! [in background]
Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

1]
Mearle maire, club
flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, by Nato's
With the right determination of a
'cross the water with bricks at his poncho
Face like a when it's bussin' my glock hold
Vanity stings, I die when the holy father hands me my wings
When I was young yo the teacher gave me stanity
Giving me music like and they handed 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' peace to minutes, something like 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 told me that my money's
Now the Enzo doors go up like a
Reon, same song some my man Nigo
SLR, when the doors go up it's a fresh elle jar
we boss, he shall not get hot, he too frost
Yessur...

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

We picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the late night
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 how does it feel?
Ha ha! Yessur!

2]
Nigga you don't me
I'm Howard Hues, part horny, part holy
First on the ramp is the rock and rolly
one on my staff with a new pro-chromy
If priest need the mention that I've been biten
But a force be the where critics are written
He insane where his music admire
Ask from Vouge and Esquire And Vanity Fair you like can of the year
But you should guess in insanity chair
Now it ain't about I want
Still thumbing through my life a drug-star porn
one thing to say you did it
It's one thing to lie your didgits
It's one thing to say you live it
It's another for you to admit it
But I admit I got all this paper plus the prettiest 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 make me happy 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 proof between us and imposters
We hop in the air, and don't what it costs us
Now I'm with with a pit full of Martians
I guess you say that we fly like saucers
at niggas, with classing and figure
The cash and whippers
The mag ripper
Go and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you don't me...