Feels So Good

Feels So Good (Explicit LP Version) - Brand Nubian

Written by：Charles Miller/Lee Oskar/Lonnie Jordan/B.B. Dickerson/Harold Brown/Howard Scott/Papa Dee Allen/Lorenzo DeChalus/Derek Murphy/Maxwell Dixon

Feels so good

Feels so good

Feels so good

Yes yes yes

It's a test test test

Now rule is the town

Where we rest rest rest

If you were wondering

Were the ballistics finally in

Once again

Brand Nubian

You and your girl came to see the three rock

Now she stays

Kick the funky lyrics throw her down

To her PJ's

Lay her on the floor and do work

In three ways

After the party

Guess what

Ayyo she's still paying

Feels so good

I got this girl a mink sable in return I got a cable

Her name was fat Mabel and she broke my kitchen to table

Ate pasta with this rasta went out with her sister

Her hands on her chin thought she was a mister

Went out disco dancing gave my feet a big blister

Smacked in the face until I finally I dissed her

Encounter with a stunt and I'm out for spot fronts

Extensions on her wiggly I thought her name was Ziggy

But her name was Lucy and I met her on the deuce

Put me on hold to go in a store to get loose

Come on

Ayyo Mack she need to stop it

Now let me kick some flavor since we're building on the topic

'Cause yo I knew this girl and her name was Tina

She rested in Medina never saw eyes greener than hers

But yo there was just one little flaw the green eyes

I had to penalize 'cause they was bought in a store

A synthetic cosmetic it was pathetic

If they was real then yo she got the credit

But they wasn't so she doesn't

I like the natural look so I kicked it to her cousin

Feels so good

Feels feels so good

Come here let me put it to you like this sugar

Don't go changing to try to please me

Don't change the color of your hair

Your hair your hair your hair

I said no no no I just want someone

That I can talk to

I'll take you just the way you are

Word is bond

Yeah right

Too hot to handle when I was young I used to vandal

Giving girls the comfort like a foot and a candle

Always help another brother never running scandals

And if I hit the skids well I'll just panhandle

Now I'm getting papers but stunts gets the apes

I see it as a joke cause they break when you're broke

I can give a roar like an ancient dinosaur roar

Swing a microphone like the great mighty Thor

Puba Maxwell is the Mack that's hyphenated

Girls seem to love the way my things are situated

Hump on a bump 'til them bumps is feeling sore

Take a quick breather then I'm going back for more

Feels so good

Feels feels so good

Brother Derek X kick flavor

I do my thing like BB king my microphone is named Lucille

Throw a dip in my hip so they call me extra ill

Making big hits from tidbits how I make my bread

Do some setups and squat thrusts to keep a level head

'Cause I'm well bred and mannered I create in my workshop

Stay up late at night until my brain says to stop

Then I quit wake up in the morning and continue it

I find the same line and add some more ish that's hype

But my stripes marks me by champ

Check out the bass coming from the power amp

I'm the controller and like the ayatollah

I used to live in Saudi Arabia

I never come out straight out with an answer

Just a yes or a no or a maybe I do

But with my crew sometimes I get blazed

Jump on the floor and kick a new dance craze

I can read and I've red since the days of rhythm

If rhyming is fundamental then light up a spliff

And grab and not an ounce of flab is on my body

My mother's part Spanish my father's part yardie

I'm not a junior try to see me catch a wool

I got yeast to rise straight through the moon

Feels feels feels feels feels so good

Feels feels feels feels feels so good

Lord Jamar god Allah step to it

Girls scope this like in astrology they a knowledge me

That's 'cause I'm god but don't look too hard in the sun

'Cause you might get done

My number's seven that's six plus one

Now any way you count lord Jamar will amount to be

A tower so yo knowledge my power

As I conclude to girls I won't be rude

Just verbally feeding my mental food

I embellish with lyrics that can't be contested

Serve 'em straight from my mouth and in your ears they're digested

The rhyme I say is out of the ordinary

Some say unique I prefer the term extraordinary

Mc's rhymes are ancient like a dinosaur fossil

They're weak and outdated while my rhymes are colossal

Like a Lamborghini I look good and I'm expensive

Plus the power I'm unleashing is just too intensive

Discomfiting MC's with thin mind percentage

Guys like my rhymes girls like my masculinity

When I'm on the MIC I say what I feel

I'll never perpetrate 'cause the god's for real

It's like that that and at my jams you know you'll never be bored

So just dance and scream praise the lord

Alright now this is how we gonna do it

Before we get out like shout

We used to be some soloists but now we form try pack

And if you try to step to this you just might catch an eye jack

And if you were intelligent you really wouldn't try that

This is just one black we'll be back