| What’s up, y’all? |
| Better When You’re High Radio reporting to you from that crazy crazy place |
| called Sherman Oaks, California |
| I got some shit to say today, got some bars for you, check it out |
| I was born with a gift that I really just opened |
| The natural knack for crafting poetry in motion |
| The passion I lacked for quite some time was equivalent to dust |
| Collecting on guitar strings sitting in the storage spaces |
| Basements, attics and vaults |
| Of two-handed, ten-fingered capable adults |
| I had to break the habit, grab it and get to strumming |
| Eloquently humming a melody that’s becoming this song |
| It won’t be long 'til I’m deaf and arthritic |
| Of the self it’s easy to be a harsh critic but I did it |
| Yeah, I fuckin' did it |
| You can’t say that I didn’t |
| What you listening to is proof its existence is new to the Earth |
| Due to a human whose self-worth is abundant |
| I smell it, it’s pungent |
| I taste it, I’m lovin' it |
| Tellin' me you feel it, I hear some redundance, I’m touched |
| Thank you very much but I’m just wondering, do you feel me? |
| You ain’t even really got to hear me, you can feel me |
| You ain’t even really got to hear me, you can feel me |
| You ain’t even really got to hear me, you can feel me, feel me, yeah |
| Ayo, feel me |
| You ain’t even really got to hear me, you can feel me |
| You ain’t even really got to hear me, you can feel me |
| You ain’t even really got to hear me, just feel me, feel me, yo |
| I may not be the sharpest needle in your mother’s sewing kit |
| I don’t claim to be a psychic on some all-knowing shit |
| But I’m grown as shit, I know a bit |
| I know that if you’re holdin' on to older shit you probably should let go of it |
| The boldest moments that capture the truest magic |
| Are the ones that break traditions and shatter your stupid habits |
| I was stagnant so long, bastard gone wrong |
| Now I’m back and I’m still attempting to fathom what I’m on |
| My passion was strong when my chapter begun |
| My passion lives on, this rappin' keeps me happy and young |
| My passion is drawn from all things under the sun |
| The deities of every religion wrapped into one, so fuck the hot lyric |
| This is God’s spirit I’m from |
| You do not hear it, you feel it, it’s intuition, it’s so clear, it’s |
| Like the air I breathe in my lungs |
| That same air that people breathe in when they speakin' in tongues |
| Same air vibratin' when you beat on them drums |
| Them waves weaken when they pass you, they leave you with some |
| Becoming one with the rhythm that begin from within |
| That drum beatin' under your skin, I’m wonderin', do you feel me? |
| You ain’t even really got to hear me, you can feel me |
| You ain’t even got to speak English, you can feel me |
| You ain’t even really got to hear me, you can feel me, feel me, yeah |
| Ayo, feel me |
| You ain’t even really got to hear me, you can feel me |
| You ain’t even really got to hear me, you can feel me |
| You ain’t even really got to hear me, just feel me, feel me, yeah, yo |