Feels So Good

Feels so good 3X Brand Nubian trades off rhyming each line Yes yes yes It's a test test test Now Rule is the town WHERE WE REST REST REST If you were wondering Were the ballistics finally in Once again BRAND NUBIAN You and your girl came to see the three rock NOW SHE STAYS Kick the funky lyrics, throw her down TO HER PJ'S Lay her on the floor and do work IN THREE WAYS After the party Guess what Aiyyo she's still payin Feels so good Derek X/Sadat X I caught this girl a mink sable, in return I got a cable Her name was Fat Mabel and she broke my kitchen table Ate pasta with this rasta, went out with his sister Had hairs on her chin, thought she was a mister Went out disco dancin', gave my feet a big blister Smacked her in her face until I finally I dissed her Grand Puba Encounter with a stunt, in her mouth were five fronts And stunt was on the wiggy, I thought her name was Ziggy But her name was Lucy and I met her on the deucey Put me on hold to go in a store to get loosey COME ON Lord Jamar Aiyyo Max, you need to stop it Now let me kick some flavor since we're building on the topic 'Cause yo, I knew this girl and her name was Tina She rested in Medina, never saw eyes greener than hers But yo, there was just one little flaw The green eyes I had to penalize 'cause they was bought in a store Synthetic cosmetic, it was pathetic If they was real, then yo, she'd get the credit But they wasn't, so she doesn't I like the natural look, so I kicked it to her cousin Feels so good 2X Grand Puba C'mere let me put it to you like this sugar Jamar - singing Don't go changing, to try to please me Puba - singing Don't change the color of your hair All together Your hair, your hair, your hair Jamar - singing I said no no no I just want someone Puba - singing that I can talk to I'll take you just the way you are Derek X/Sadat X Word is bond Lord Jamar Yeah right Grand Puba Too hot to handle when I was young I used to vandal Givin' girls the comfort like a foot and a sandal Always help another brother, NEVER runnin' scandals And if I hit the skids, well I'll just PANHANDLE Now I'm gettin' papes, but stunts gets the vapes I see it as a joke 'cause they break when you're broke I can give a ROAR like an ancient dinosaur Rrrwwaoorrr Swing a microphone like the great mighty Thor Puba Maxwell 'cause the Max is hyphenated Girls seem to love the way my things are situated Hump on a bump til them bumps feelin' sore Take a quick breather then I'm goin' back for more Feels so good 2X All together Brother, Derek X, KICK FLAVOR Derek X/Sadat X I do my thing like B.B. King, my microphone is named Lucille Throw a dip in my hip so they call me extra ill Making big hits from tidbits, how I make my bread Do some situps, and squat thrusts, to keep a level head Cause I'm WELL BRED, and mannered, I create in my workshop Stay up late at night until my brain says to stop Then I quit, wake up in the morning and continue it I find the same line, and add some more shit that's hype But my stripes, marks me by champ Check out the bass coming from the power amp I'm the controller and like the Ayatollah I used to live in Saudi Arabia I never come out straight out with an answer Just a yes, or a no, or a maybe I do But with my crew sometimes I get BLAZED Jump on the floor and kick a new dance craze I can read and I've read since the days of RIF If rhymin' is fundamental, then light up a spliff And grab, and not an ounce of flab, is on my body My mother's part Spanish, my father's part yardie I'm not a junior, try to see me catch a wound I got yeast to rise straight to the moon Feels so good manipulated several times Grand Puba Lord Jamar, God Allah step to it Lord Jamar Girls scope this, like in astrology they knowledge me That's cause I'm God, but don't look too hard in the sun 'Cause you might get done My number's seven, that's SIX PLUS ONE Now anyway, you count Lord Jamar will amount to be A tower, so yo, knowledge my power As I conclude, to girls I won't be rude Just verbally feedin em my mental food I embellish with lyrics, that can't be contested Serve em straight from my mouth and in your ears they're digested The rhyme I say, is out of the ordinary Some say unique I prefer the term EXTRAORDINARY MC's rhymes are ancient like a dinosaur fossil They're weak and outdated while my rhymes are collosal Like a Lamborghini, I look good, and I'm expensive Plus the power I'm unleashing is just, too intensive Discombublatin MC's within my vicinity Guys like my rhymes, girls like MY MASCULINITY When I'm on the mic I say what I feel I'll never perpetrate cause the God's for real It's like that THAT and at my jams you know you'll never be bored So just dance and scream, praise the Lord Grand Puba Alright now this is how we gonna do it Before we get out like Shout Brand Nubian trades off rhyming each line We used to be some soloists but now we form TRI-PACK And if you try to step to this you just might catch an EYE JACK And if you were intelligent, you really wouldn't TRY THAT This is just one black, WE'LL BE BACK Grand Puba going La la la la, la la-lah in the background To my man Alamo And to the man Sincere To my man Mark the Spark And to my brother Melachon And Skeff Anslem on the board Aiyyo check this out We got some shoutouts for my man Grand Puba YouknowhatI'msayin since he doin the la la-lah He wanna say peace to his man C-T-W-O To my man Zee I'll see you real soon