Feel
Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 7:30 am
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...
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...