| It don’t feel right, it don’t feel right
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| It don’t feel, it don’t feel, I can’t feel it no more
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| It don’t feel right, it don’t feel right
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| It don’t feel, it don’t feel, I don’t feel it no more
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| Things don’t feel right over here
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| Lately I ain’t been seein' clear
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| It don’t feel right, it don’t feel right
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| It don’t feel, it don’t feel, I can’t feel it no more
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| It don’t feel right, it don’t feel right
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| It don’t feel, it don’t feel, I can’t feel it no more
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| Seems to me nowadays things have changed
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| I don’t know if I feel the same
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| Yo, in the land of the unseen hand, and hold trouble
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| Theorize your game, it’s difficult to roll a double
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| The struggle ain’t right up in your face, it’s more subtle
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| But it’s still comin' across like the bridge and tunnel vision
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| I try to school these bucks, but they don’t wanna listen
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| That’s the reason the system makin' its paper from the prison
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| And that’s the reason we livin' where they don’t wanna visit
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| Where the dope slang and keep swayin' like Sonny Liston
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| The money missin' and there’s mouths to feed
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| Yet the brain kickin', thinkin' of a thousand things
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| Remember back in the days, when the kitchen had eggs
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| And pancakes, thicken and greens and Kool Aid
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| When the 'fridgerator naked then the cupboard is bare
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| People got to strip naked, stick 'em up in the air
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| Wasn’t lies when they told you wasn’t nothin' to fear
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| Somethin' don’t feel right out here, nahmsayin'? |
| Check it out
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| It don’t feel right, it don’t feel right
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| It don’t feel, it don’t feel, I can’t feel it no more
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| It don’t feel right, it don’t feel right
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| It don’t feel, it don’t feel, I don’t feel it no more
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| Things don’t feel right over here
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| Lately I ain’t been seein' clear
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| It don’t feel right, it don’t feel right
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| It don’t feel, it don’t feel, I can’t feel it no more
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| It don’t feel right, it don’t feel right
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| It don’t feel, it don’t feel, I can’t feel it no more
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| Seems to me nowadays things have changed
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| I don’t know if I feel the same
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| Look, my eyes open 'cause I’m really a rocksmith
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| And when inviting me thoughts, I’m really unboxin'
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| My main adversary in this silly concoction
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| Freeze your face like bosilium toxin
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| If you ain’t tryin' to get popped, then give me a option
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| Helicopters choppin' from Philly to Compton
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| The Jones is the richest since the Smiths &the Johnson’s
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| If you ain’t sayin' nothin', you a system’s accomplice
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| It should play with your conscience, do away with the nonsense
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| I’m overseeing anything within my circumference
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| This ain’t a press junket, I ain’t seekin' responses
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| I stand where the people got the heat in they pocket
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| You mesmerized by the calm nonchalant-ness
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| I spit a dart, rub on some John Hitchcock shit
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| If you ain’t speakin' your life, your rhyme’s adopted
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| If it don’t feel right, then stop it, you nahmsayin'?
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| It don’t feel right, it don’t feel right
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| It don’t feel, it don’t feel, I can’t feel it no more
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| It don’t feel right, it don’t feel right
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| It don’t feel, it don’t feel, I don’t feel it no more
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| Things don’t feel right over here
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| Lately I ain’t been seein' clear
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| It don’t feel right, it don’t feel right
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| It don’t feel, it don’t feel, I can’t feel it no more
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| It don’t feel right, it don’t feel right
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| It don’t feel, it don’t feel, I can’t feel it no more
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| Seems to me nowadays things have changed
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| I don’t know if I feel the same
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| Yo, field you work in, weapon producin'
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| Natural disaster got the planet in a panic
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| We all gots to make that livin'
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| Sex, drugs, murder, politics and religion
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| Forms of hustlin', watch who you put all your trust in
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| Worldwide, we coincide with who sufferin'
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| Who never had shit and ain’t got nothin'
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| But most strugglin', and make you wanna run up in the ma' fuckin'
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| With hots on for a piece of the cake back
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| I can’t work for it, I can certainly take that
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| I’m fired up, thinkin' about the payback, except
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| You fuck around and be a enemy of the state, black
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| Ill, but that’d be too real for TV
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| It’s crazy when you too real to be free
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| If you ain’t got no paper then steal this CD
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| Listen man, I’ll let you know how it feel to be me, it don’t feel
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| It don’t feel right, it don’t feel right
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| It don’t feel, it don’t feel, I can’t feel it no more
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| It don’t feel right, it don’t feel right
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| It don’t feel, it don’t feel, I don’t feel it no more
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| Things don’t feel right over here
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| Lately I ain’t been seein' clear
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| It don’t feel right, it don’t feel right
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| It don’t feel, it don’t feel, I can’t feel it no more
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| It don’t feel right, it don’t feel right
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| It don’t feel, it don’t feel, I can’t feel it no more
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| Seems to me nowadays things have changed
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| I don’t know if I feel the same |