I Can Feel It Lyrics

I Can Feel It lyrics

chorus)  

  

 I can feel it  

 You can feel it  

 Can you feel it?  

 Cause I can feel it  

 Can you hear it?  

 Cause I can hear it  

  

 (verse 1: Wicked/Nino alteranting every few lines)  

  

 I got my big block still  

 And he come and touch me Wicked man  

 And that's for real  

 My momma's stressin'  

 You're on the wrong course  

 But I've been cheatin' and thiefin'  

 Fuck the task force  

 A secret source told me I'll be raided  

 Even though there're deputy cars  

 I'm gonna play it  

 I packed up and left behind my nudiean(?)  

 Fuck them hoes I got money and Peruvian  

 See we got 'chus we got Cubans  

 We got Atlanta, Miami, and even Houston  

 And don't be shippin'  

 It's my little neck  

 You fuck with me I make four-mile tracks  

 It's hard to tell I got half a million dollars  

 Because I live in Decatum  

 Drive an Impala  

 Several homes that have been knocked off  

 But if it jumps off I'm gonna die wit the sawed-off  

  

 (chorus)  

  

 (verse 2)  

  

 See I can feel a gun battle with the po-po  

 Or gettin' causght on the road with a kilo  

 I can feel the whole city and the mayor  

 Givin' me life or the chair  

 It ain't fair  

 But life's a fuckin' dickin'  

 I get a nut from robbin' the lickin'  

 I can feel the FBI tryin' to frame me  

 Or the Klu Klux Klan tryin' to hang me  

 I can feel my whole hood against me  

 I can feel the laws apprehend me  

 Got me scared to add to my own dough  

 Got me scared to sell my own blow  

 See I can feel my girl go in state  

 I can feel them robbin' me from the weight(?)  

 I can feel the shocks from the chair  

 And I can feel it in the air  

  

 (chorus)  

  

 (verse 3)  

  

 Now everybody wanna kill the small guy  

 Shot my chest out  

 And watch my last cry  

 See several of my boys they felt the same way  

 And either they got them the same or the next day  

 Many people can't feel what I'm talkin about  

 Either they just don't know until I'm taken out  

 I'm lookin out  

 And ready for casualties  

 Ain't got nothing to live for  

 Fuck royalties  

 I often find myself picking out curtains  

 I know they coming for me and that's for certain  

 But if they come I swear I'm gonna kill some  

 Straight mowin' theses crackers like African  

 It's hard to beleive I got a whole hood locked down  

 But I still feel I'm gonna get shot down  

 But I know life ain't fair  

 I'm ready to war  

 Any time  

 Any where  

  

 (chorus 2x