Masta Ace - Feel It lyrics

[Verse 1: Masta Ace] I got one life to live a short time to live it And whatever's left in me I'mma find and give it See a handful of y'all understand the plight Of this underground man at the hand of mic I get a pen in my hand and write And while the rest of y'all run from the truth I'mma stand and fight I got it in sight, gotta get right, gotta get straight I'm trying to get through there's a lot on my plate In this ice cold world, better get y'all coats I'm a husband, a father and a football coach And If you see me on the sidelines coaching a game I needed some joy to balance the emotion and pain If you see me and my daughter, and we out on the town It's cause she lifts me up, when I'm down with a frown I'm a family man I ain't trying to conceal it Being myself's the best way for me to be sure that you feel it [Hook: Money Harm] You gon' feel it, and we gon' make it We gotta keep pushin til we die I'm telling you can't nobody hold me back I'm gonna keep coming up the line I know you can feel it, and you gon' hear it Because we go hard each and every day Staying on the grind tryna make a way Tryna make a way, make a way yeah yeah yeah [Verse 2: Stricklin] You might get sick of me complaining and hearing me sob But it's kinda hard tryna juggle my career and my job Cause wether it's the M-I-C or an IV They be calling me Notorious E-M-T A lot of sleepless nights, cause I'm up while y'all asleep But movies with the wife, that's when I fall asleep It's all good though, don't stop my flow Cause I'm a grinder, If y'all forget let me remind ya [Verse 3: Wordsworth] It's more than a miracle you hearing me now No sympathy from the industry it's wearing me down Tearing me down rap's my job But hate when my daughter cries When I catch a plane to rap for y'all Can't give me back the weeks I missed Appreciate all the hands that I shook And the cheeks I kissed Felt this all along, if the songs that I write don't reveal it I know you ain't me, all I ask is that you feel it [Hook: Money Harm] [Verse 4: Punchline] Book of Matthew's the last should be first Put my life in the verse I wish I could spend my life in reverse Day one for all the pa**ion and pain My upbringing left me with an emotional strain Wanna change, sh** on my dreams Can't stop me haters, I keep my eye on the goal Like a hockey player Dog my style greater, major I face problems Drink away the pain and drain the wine bottle Criticized for the songs I create Wanna elevate, but I'm stuck down in this place Wait, I reside in the lower east Light skin, crooked teeth Nice since the young guns like Chris and Neef Lyrically I'm deep, rhyme tighter I'm here After the smoke clear like a firefighter We don't play with it, took a oath to k** it And whatever we spit, we gon' make y'all FEEL IT! [Hook: Money Harm] (x3)