Feel [feat. K-Salaam]

Black man ain't allowed a moment of weakness

The crew ain't got no room for those who flee when the beef hit

Cause they don't want no beef like people who only eat fish

You get the third degree like my society secret

N***ers run so much we spend a grip on them sneakers

I'd rather stand and fight there's no respect for the meek s**t

I'm trying to get this cheese like a pizza that's deep dish

The sensitive s**t you can keep it what I feel

All through the night and for when it's right as long as it's tight

It'll demand to get performed on the mic

And hopefully become a song that you like and it probably will

Cause what I spit is what so real it's based on what I feel

All I did was take a lil moment homie I'm giving you notice

Last days that they predicted upon us

N***ers stick it to be sitting on corners n***ers do what you will

It's your life it really don't matter what I feel

When I pick up the mic and spit what I write

Go and sign myself so I can give you a sight

Into this tunnel of this court doing quarter to life

Until the end you finally see the light

What I feel

Don't matter trying to get what you need

When you gotta cut yourself just to see if you bleed

You need the pain in your life

Without the pain you can't tell if it's real

It's a hell of a deal

This is what I feel

All throughout my heart and my soul

Affect my memory like an actor before the start of a role

I represent my community and part of a whole

Pop your balloon mindstate it make it harder to blow

You in the front row trying to diss you make it part of the show

The right fist will make you part of the flow

No question I'm the answer for this

I'm harder than a n***er with a cancerous prostate tryin to pimp

I got the real version of lyrics that you tryin to kick

Yeah I'm crossing n***ers out like what I'm writin to spit

But on the flip son everything I'm writing is hits

Like the stick of green canabis that we twist then we stick to our lips

End your carreer with a flick of my wrist death stroke with the pen

Then I'm flipping the b***h

Do what I want whenever I want never gunna front

Give it to you whether you want it or not

When I pick up the mic and spit what I write

Go and sign myself so I can give you a sight

Into this tunnel of this court doing quarter to life

Until the end you finally see the light

What I feel

Don't matter trying to get what you need

When you gotta cut yourself just to see if you bleed

You need the pain in your life

Without the pain you can't tell if it's real

It's a hell of a deal

This is what I feel

Everybody's a critic people be hating even talking under their breath

They got me hotter than mating season

This hater nation but the nature of the hate is changing

Like the government deciding who's our faviorite nation

You know it ain't them hations

Or anybody we call terrorist even if the world hate americans

Our foreign policy destroy they country properly we demostrate our power

To stimulate our economy

New york is my city

Sort of like vice city

Up all night to to sky pink like white titties

Making the classic rthym I'm having visions

And when I attack the track you get dwarfed like sado masichism

Send the voice of activism now n***ers ain't eating like ghandi

Defeating the british with pacifism

And the people love it see what I mean haters

I got my love like radio rahim

When I pick up the mic and spit what I write

Go and sign myself so I can give you a sight

Into this tunnel of this court doing quarter to life

Until the end you finally see the light

What I feel

Don't matter trying to get what you need

When you gotta cut yourself just to see if you bleed

You need the pain in your life

Without the pain you can't tell if it's real

It's a hell of a deal

This is what I feel