I Feel Good

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 lak 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

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 shit that people say (I feel good, I feel good)

You know me well I'm gettin busy on the regular

I'm spittin flames on these lame ass 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 motherfuckin map, man

I'll drop a bomb on yo ass 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

They said down south was wack when it came to rap

That our thoughts was too slow and we could'ntadapt

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

Niggas 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 shit they mumblin back

And now that I got that off my chest... listen

I feel good