Kool DJ EQ - I Feel You lyrics

[Verse One] Yo I be feeling mad drama All in between like a comma Came on the same boat now we swimming like piranhas Jeffery Dahlmers, no G.E.D.'s with honors Young mamas, playing themselves out like leather bombers I'm as, just as broke as you black I know the whole tussle of the hustle, I've been through that Now true dat When you peep the whole scene without cream There ain't no dream, no self esteem Glitz or gleam Plus I find it harder to redeem the dream To shine like sheen, that's why fools be high like Levine To take a break from realities Everyday they a**ault the work with the batteries Who's bad as me? That's all that seem to matter see Emphatically, everybody's on a jacking spree Packing heat to make ends meet No love on the street Watch out or get beat You in the hot seat k** a n***a in a heartbeat I ain't even willing to turn the other cheek So I remain geeked to maintain, seven days a week The sooner it gets brighter, the more it gets bleak But I gotta hold on by the skin of my teeth Not to fall like a leaf or drown myself in my own grief It'll take the Lord to heal me that's for real see Edo's from the ghetto do you feel me? [Scratch Hook] "I hear ya" [Verse Two] Now let me tell off Any rap cat who said I fell off sh** on 'em so bad, he couldn't get the smell off So what you well off I shoot the mic, spit a shell off I'm harder than finger waves, trying to get the gel off I'm Heaven sent to throw your whole set the Hell off And when you catch a buzz I'm the one ringing your bell off My word is to be heard on shores and seashells I'm choking label heads like coaches by Sprewell You couldn't see me, even though I heard you see well I'm terminally sick wit, I never be well I represent Boston n***a, throw up the three well It's all about the threes and trees, tricks and cheese No love for enemies, for shows the big fees A dog blowing cats out with ease in the breeze But I don't think that you can come real B Come on, tell me do you feel me? [Scratch Hook] [Verse Three] Went from a rapper to a criminal With ill a** thoughts in my subliminal Just makes me a stronger individual My life is pitiful Mind on residuals Time is getting critical n***as wanna ridicule When I'm at the pinnacle Of my career, living life without fear Pour beers for my peers who pa**ed throughout the years No time for tears Nobody really cares, everybody's out to get theirs But it prepares me for the bigger picture Jealous fools be out to get ya Hit ya, wanna split you when you try to get richer When you're broke they wanna diss ya Ditch ya, [?] like a job Doing dirt like the mob, no need for me to sob It be, these rap n***as that be making n***as rob And push weight They can't wait for they fate They got a video, but can't put food upon they plate So who's to hate? You'se upstate You wanna be a Dogg like Nate Having brothers pushing boulders like Mr. Slate Now that be on the real true Only God can heal you Believe me dawg I feel you [Scratch Hook]