Jay Electronica - I Feel Good lyrics

[Verse 1] I feel good when I wake up in the morning Yawning, crack of dawn And I say my prayers Thank God for making me a super MC slayer Brush my teeth, hit the shower, then I comb my hair Step out the crib lookin dappa dappa Hit the cypher on the corner then I smack a rapper With a sweet sixteen I'm so mean with this mic machine You wanna battle me I'll battle you and shatter your dreams I said what up, he said what up I took you girl so what up The crowd screamed, he threw the towel man enough is enough Now I'm on my way, it's a beautiful day Sun shining on my back man what more can I pray Rims shinin on the 'lac man what more can I say Can't nobody make me angry cause I'm happy today My little sister doin good, my mama doin good, and my grandmother just turned seventy-three I feel good [Hook] Can't nobody ruin my day (I feel good, I feel good) And I ain't lettin no negativity come my way (I feel good, I feel good) The first thing I do when I open up my eyes is pray (I feel good, I feel good) And I don't really care about the dumb sh** that people say (I feel good, I feel good) [Verse 2] You know me well I'm gettin busy on the regular I'm spittin flames on these lame a** competitors Live on the road my home phone is a cellular E-mail, two-way, man, et cetera Uh huh I got people to meet, I got, places to go I got stages to blow, I got faces to take of the motherf**in map, man I'll drop a bomb on yo a** like the Gap Band I'm eatin pellets, chasin ghosts like I'm Pac-man Straight outta hell, full speed like a bat man Pirellis spinnin deuce quads on the lak man With two fingers out the window holla back man Ya hwaid me? You can catch me in the carpool lane with Mr. Jane Swinging and banging that wood grain Sittin on things Stuntin with a A-town chain from pete game Reppin that third ward I'm a uptown man It's all good [Hook] [Verse 3] They said down south was wack when it came to rap That our thoughts was too slow and we couldn't adapt When in fact We taught ya'll how to build a label from scratch While you was whining bout the points in your contract black, yup We slip when we talk And we dip when we walk When we came to the game n***as stole our slang Uh huh, we hit the game with a brand new funk And plus we taught ya how to sling a record out of your trunk It's dirty south til I die homie We in the ville where they trill spittin fire homie You wanna burn in the fire come and try homie Man look we re-day to ride homie Down here we fear no man god only We got the boxin gloves on out here and we rumble and rap We in the game talkin big sh** they mumblin back And now that I got that off my chest... listen I feel good [Hook]