Feel

[The Gonz]

Written to Drake's Feelin It...


They keep sayin "i feel you", but do they really feel a white dude/
Who graduated high school and stepped up in the mic booth/
at the age of thirty, you act like my age concerns me/
Im doin what i love, it dont matter if im late or early/
No need to race or hurry, haters will find a way to hurt me/
But i look and see their face is the same color as a Lakers jersey/
Afraid to journey towards their dreams, so while im chasin mine/
They just sit there wastin time, hatin my amazin rhymes/
Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck here, like I'm just treadin water/
Waitin to make a deal with the devil, I just might accept the offer/
Cuz haters are gettin braver now, so quick to shoot the pistol/
Maybe thats why a lot of my friendships are superficial/
Sick of chewin gristle, I need to start avoidin beef/
That's some shit I won't stand for, hence the reason for the toilet seat/
So quit annoyin me, you faggots are obsessed with pressin buttons/
But I live and learn, the lesson toughens even when yer left with nothin/
Thats some real shit, some of yall should be takin notes/
Save yer Facebook quotes, bored people are the ones who complain the most/
This aint a joke, get a hobby, forget what Shane is doin/
Shit talkin is its own language, I guess yall are stayin fluent/
I'm makin music, fakes relatin to it, see how real it is/
You say yer feelin it but then you question whether real exists/
Sayin I wont appeal to kids cuz I don't talk about me dealin bricks/
But I'll steal yer bitch, make her kneel in splits and get her heels to click/
You feel the itch? I'm just scratchin the surface of righteous/
I'm not perfect despite this urge to turn my verses to vices/
So I search for the light switch, feelin worthless and priceless/
At the same time, just know that no other person is like this/
Who else could emerge in a crisis/
In a hearse with a dyke bitch as perverted as Mike is/
Or Mike was, I don't give a fuck what I type up/
Cuz this is off the top now, the verbal version of Fight Club/
In a white tub, 8 towels just to wipe up/
All the blood as yer sliced up, this is the shit that excites us/
Grab the shorty with the nice butt sayin "yer startin to wierd me out"/
Stick a dildo in her ear canal and keep screamin "can you hear me now?"/


All these cats tryin to dig up dirt on me, so when the tunnel deepens/
And they struggle breathin, they'll call for the rescue crews but none'll reach em/
Once they clear the rubble and crumbled pieces, all the unbelievers/
Huddled with their shovels eager to uncover me will discover ether/
I'm the new troubled leader, name a kid who can spit as hard as me/
Claimin yer hot, but there's no such thing as arctic heat/
I'll rip apart a beat, fart and pee on it like "pardon me"/
Cuz I'm a Thug to the Bone, muthafucka... no harmony/
I'm jokin, but you faggots won't have the heart to sparr with me/
After my sharpened teeth carve yer meat til yer arteries start to leak/
You lack the smarts, don't even ask to rap a bar with me/
Cuz I'm off the beaten path, in a place no map or Garmin sees/
You're an artist? please... that's far from honest, ain't it/
You're a nobody, with jumper cables on yer tongue, you ain't sparkin conversation/
You loved the streets until yer heart was on the pavement/
Now that's heartless, I'm sicker than doctors barfin on their patients/
Darwin on occasion, I go retarded on a cadence/
I'm a large abomination like I started bombin nations/
But I target dominatrix, yeah all of you bitches are actin tough/
Alright Shane, time to wrap it up, I think these faggots have had enough/
Nope, batter up, better panic and run if I'm ever handed a gun/
And if I landed a punch, you'd think you were slammed in the lungs with the planets and sun/
I don't give a fuck, yeah I manage the lust/
I'm a bandit, couldn't stand gettin banned from the bus/
So I came back with a hammer and bust, watched the cannons erupt/
Goddamnit, I'm fucked, that was the day I was branded a punk/
But my plan's to damage ya and catch it on candid camera/
Cut ya open, stick a gram of sand and a Fanta can in ya/
The champ with stamina, sit down, there's no chance of standin up/
To the phantom spammin the LAN before he ran to Canada/
Damn, I'm amateur, but best believe I rhyme pro/
If you want crime hoe, I'll leave yer spine with more holes than a sign post/
Shit, look at this guy's nose, im a rhino but im in my prime tho/
thats why im hoggin the mic, i got that swine flow/
u got that r&b money, yeah u grind slow/
so when u reach yer peaks, know i already climbed those/
im tryin to get a dollar before i getta dime/
im feelin hungry now, gettin close to dinner time/
im broke but i aint tryin to make a mill/
just tryin to pay the bills and buy a place to chill/
ive been takin pills, jesus better take the wheel/
im not religious but god forgive us if i stay this ill/
cuz im sick with it, yer favorite rappers send me cards n flowers/
but if they were smart theyd cower before i unleash my darkest powers/
my pen's a firing pin, watch it spark the powder/
while i start to shower lead on every hater til their heart's devoured/
cuz im the king of the castle, u faggots just guard the towers/
quarantined aka mike tyson records... Nobodys hits as hard as ours...

[probablyTreed]

in the top 5 of writtens ive read on here, thats some technical shit with the multies n flow, now wheres the audio?

[The Gonz]

Its comin lol. Just ordered my mic setup today.

[TreTru]

WTF? you are putting me to work with this script..

Okay real nice..especially considering i have high expectations whenever its your written..i will say im not dissappointed with this one here...

yeah multi game is on point and ya flo is always steady bro no lie..

Thats where the Tunnel line comes from..nice

wow some real nice lines..even the str8 talk..

not much to say accept this shit is DOOOPPPEEE!!!

and i agree with PT...Lets hear this in audio

-- Fri Feb 24, 2012 2:36 pm --

But I target dominatrix, yeah all of you bitches are actin tough/
Alright Shane, time to wrap it up, I think these faggots have had enough/
Nope, batter up, better panic and run if I'm ever handed a gun/
And if I landed a punch, you'd think you were slammed in the lungs with the planets and sun/
^^^
oh yeah it was all dope but i liked this conceptually alot..and who is Shane?

[The Gonz]

Shane's my real name lol. I tend to refer to myself in third person in my rhymes.