Lyrics How It Feel - Slum Village, Illa J, Young RJ

How It Feel

Love — I show you how to spread it
And while I live in the present they never count the seconds
The past is goin forever and the future’s unexpected
Everything you could’ve wanted, all it took was some effort
Then it all seem divide, the way they disconnected
Everything falls in line like pieces in a Tetris
How much more to my physical and Atlantic despicable
When niggas spew hate at the general
Tell them mutates to go on and get your genitals
They cock block your dreams, they can’t figure you out
Depending how you look at the glasses
Half full, half empty, plus it’s a trap
Either way I’m just a soul merger, soul searcher
For the truths of life in this life that is worthless
Ha!
(Hook)
What you doin?
Doin me
How you do it?
All day
What you sayin?
It’s the same all day
What you sayin?
What you sayin?
All day, all day, all day
What you doin?
Doin me
How you do it?
All day
How I feel?
Yea good
All day yea
What you sayin?
All day
What you sayin?
All day
All day, all day, all day
And since you wanna know, this is my program
And all I gotta do is think waitin fast
And I’ll be sleepin on the public cash
Faster than you think, I creates it fast
And what you, I see in this illa mat
Mefisto with some deflection of what’s inside
It’s all in my head, never go hungry
I’m abundant, inbred, blowed it in hell
Bundant in spirit, my vision stick lyrics
This ever been, the voice I can hear it
As loud as hell, have this myself
Proud as hell, got so many styles I got styles for sale
Matter of fact you can take it, I’m an infinite creation
Within this infinite mind to mind
I just gotta be reminded from time to time
And make sure I stay clever from line to line, from rhyme to rhyme
When I rock the box, til it don’t stop
Tryna shine divine, like sure I blind my mind
Yo, I’m out of my fuckin mind
(Hook)
What you doin?
Doin me
How you do it?
All day
What you sayin?
It’s the same all day
What you sayin?
What you sayin?
All day, all day, all day
I make money, make love
Make most of the trenches
Gotta make sacrifices, pay dues on the benches
‘Cause we ain’t playin with em
Getting that by the beat, 9 slate
To the beat got’cha
I’m a sure shot like a paparazzi
Lead of life, roll the dice, gazzi
Never associate with the fake ones
Keep the spiritual tight
Don’t change, you could break em
Flame Gang for the week, shallow
That’s why I swim with the deep ones, follow
Bout to take you to a place you never been
Born alone, die alone, doin me until the end
Amen!