Ransom & Statik Selektah - How It Feels lyrics

(Intro) It’s so hard to explain But it’s one thing for sure baby How do it feel? How do it feel? How do it feel? How do it feel? How do it feel? (Verse) These n***as used to laugh at us Now the next persons talkin about our draft status I fall throughout from them hallways and them track addicts Piss puddles, syringe needles and gla** shattered A mad tan and my scars hurt I guess that proves that I’m on God’s earth Pain, torture and hard work sponsored links Main sources beyond earth, these hoes found they interest I pull them chains out like it’s fourth down in inches, yes I’ve been going for a couple years Which I’ve been doing for these couple years Now I’m back, I know you f**in scared I know you mad that I’m up in here, yea I’ve escaped them state bars But now my punches is kinda rusty like Tyson after his rape charge My eyes shut like Jamie depicted Ray Charles But I can see clearly them forces that showed me, thanks God Oh Lord, why do I spit so vividly? Is this the very reason why these bricks don’t mimic me? You just don’t get it B, these n***as don’t deserve their life Rest in peace to my comrades that murdered mic’s Stacks – my comrade that murdered mic’s They gave me more time than that comrad that murdered Mike Throughout the years I’ve noticed the game changing I say I’m born in the 60’s, they thinkin I’m g**nin Nah, I’m just rollin up a little sour Little money, little respect, a little power They found ways to pierce through this little armor on me Agitate me, degrade me, then press charges on me I keep it quiet for my friends’ sake Was brought to the state pen but I turned it to pent state I had to learn from the school of the Hard Knox To get the note of beaty and j**elry in large gaps yea (Hook) I’ve been sittin for a couple years Which I’ve been spending for these couple years, damn Think I’ve been trippin for these couple years Ran is back, that is music to my f**in ears (Verse) Ain’t no reason you should applaud that I’m just a n***a that’s gonna bring the east coast its balls back Pause that, of course that’s that boss rap I’m headin for the level where Nas, Jay and Los at Pardon me but the game is like an authority Going back ain’t a option, that’s why I’m rappin retartedly Ain’t no pa**ion apaling me, I’m stingy like a third grader Beauty elastics, I’ll probably cop me a fur later Huh, Feragamo’s in them served flavors Susanelli spend a 1000 on a third blazer How I get it, believe me, it’s not the lottery I’m fresh out of prison, already I have commodity Boy was you out when I was lockin it? Barely no oxygen, thought I had lots of friends Huh, hard to breathe in the atmosphere Who can voice they opinion and say that was fair? Couple times I caught myself being happy dear Then I woke up and realized why they strapped me there The book’s been open but now I’m hopin to end it The future is my gift so let me open my present (Hook) I’ve been sittin for a couple years Which I’ve been spending for these couple years, damn Think I’ve been trippin for these couple years Ran is back, that is music to my f**in ears (Outro) How do it feel? How do it feel? How do it feel? How do it feel? How do it feel?