Iman Omari - Fight The Feeling lyrics

Verse 1: Smile while my teeth showing 20 feet snowing, in the summer weed blowing, all right I told my city the east going to rule Cool, the future is me flowing, the priest's omen But I can't f** with Jesus, my life is cupped like Reeses I be king and also the cleanest, these b**hes want the penis Hipsters I k** as I hipfire with thrill Blat, blat, you drive by with flat wheels, k**er Call me mr. clean like custodians You gon feel the heat when I'm bombing plutonium Nagasaki, I'm Big Wilt you can't block me Drown em cops, rest in peace Rodney, barriers break Nazi zombies Uh, struggled my whole life being honest Was scared of opinions and negative comments I'll Be Finding Forever, just like I'm Common Beat calming, but even if you Muhammad (Hook) You can't fight the feeling (x2) (It won't stop) You can't fight the feeling (x2) (It won't stop) Verse 2: Smoking good, man I got a f**ing problem Was living life until they sent me off to Shutter Island Impossible eating with Robert Irvine Great feeling when I saw Kim K naked for the first time I'm just a juvenile, imbecile Idioms ill industry my inner style, in this trial Judge giving me life, prosecutors giving me dirty looks Guilty for not giving a f**, they got me booked Taking shots, 6.9 seconds left on the clock Hand me the rock, let me get the pick and I pop Before it drop, look up at the crowd, screaming Photographer flash, camera men screening Dreaming, I told my homies I wanna be like Allen I don't have enough talent, that's why I stick to rapping Look back at the basket, crowd reaction they gasping at what happened to Chris Game over, the shot missed cause (Hook) Verse 3: I'm always sleeping, sleep in the day, eating bullets that you f**ing spray Wreaking my body decay Teaching them other ways, I'm beasting like Bane, seeking some sane Decent and praised, speaking with vain, freak inhumane Drown the bodies as they fall in the water Pirhanas nesting right near us, and great whites is farther Motherf**er, I'm close to your mom, call me stepfather Clean houses, breach aqueducts, my daddy stuck as accountant My girl like to f**, bu*t bouncing, my head shaking Bouncer threw me out the club said I was being flagrant Forget that, murder this beat, lyrically slaughter it Keep it breathing with oxygen, acknowledge it, demolish it I'm as tight as the skinny jeans on Wayne Insane in your membrane, coming at you like Night Train f** what they say, I do me, f** out my way Do this every day, but even if you Sugar Ray you (Hook)