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letra de feelin' - nick weaver

verse 1

she said you might blow big, you might fall bigger
wake up in the middle of the night conflicted
call in sick when you saw the wrong picture
whaddup young world, i hope you brought the bomb with ya
non-fiction, that’s the only genre
i’m a loner, not a phony tony montana
this is real deal rap no bologni or bologna
believe me homie i get to honin’ on the hard stuff
i make targets outta that fake sh-t
you kiss and make up like what you powder your face with
b-ss kicks made me shift your whole aura
flow recorded dead on like it was postmortem
bodybaggin beats without soundin’ so morbid
you can sit on the sideline or you can go for it
so forget the chalk
skip the pep talk
time to catch wreck off of indirect thoughts, you feel me?

pre-hook

i just gotta know if you feel me
cuz if you don’t
i gotta ask

hook

how you feelin’, are you livin in this life?
you can keep it all close we can see it in your eyes
how you feelin’, next move on deck
you can do it for the money you can do it for respect
how you feelin’, can you stand on your feet
you gon’ fade to black or you wave that flag for the fleet
how you feelin’, ready or not the time’s now
so knock ’em out the box and jot them lines down, how you feelin’

verse 2

i ain’t a player, girl
i ain’t a money holder
but this mic belongs in a f-ckin gun holster
might end up a bummin local
but now for it’s stomach ulcers
to any rap cat that i be running over
under oath in this b-tch, but not an oval office
i don’t like politicians, just promoting progress
claiming they gon’ change the world, they don’t know the problems
rather kick a freestyle then go vote for congress
i ain’t republican, and i ain’t democrat
i’m real rap to the core til they send me back
i never had a way to be or pretend to act
i just want the crowd to throw it up like it’s ipecac
let that record scratch most of what’s engraved
use to think rap was just a growing up phase
now each day i own up to my age
10 years worth of rhymin’ ain’t sh-t that you can say, but you feel me?

pre-hook

i don’t know, man
sometimes
with the vibe in the air
and where it’s at
i gotta know

hook

verse 3

no smoke and mirrors
there ain’t no joke here
focused pair of eyes there to -ssault your ears
so severe soak mere opponents it appears
i’m back in this motherf-cker when you think the coast clear
flow fearlessly, because fearless is the name
lyrically insane banging on your period of reign
here is where i hang and where i still rep
seattle silhouettes
as i’m k!lling a k!ller set
the realest yet spillin’ northwest wilderness
still it’s fresh in your mind, this offer you will accept
no corleone
but on the microphone i’m known
this show where i’m at and got the right to show my home
city on my cap, home team on my back
scene packed with some cats that’ll stack some mean raps
please ask later cause the truth is revealing
but if you wanna talk now then tell me how you feelin’, you feelin’

pre-hook

uh
i said you wanna talk now then tell me how you’re feelin’
so one more time like this

hook

- nick weaver

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