[Bridge: Michael Buble Sample, Feeling Good]
Birds flying high
You know how I feel
Sun in the sky
You know how I feel
Breeze driftin' on by
You know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good
[Verse 1: Bob Magma]
Rap Genius, yuh
Decipher my words
Cry for my words
I'm Satan's perfection designed for the worst
On for the ride, tried to conjure
Concur forms of art, tar in my world
World full of dark
Girl, mark my words
Boy, take this pen and bookmark this curse
Bookmark this curse, yeah
Always hated vasectomies, trained to just wreck a beat
This name is a pain, but this name's never less of me
Worst in the game: just as rape ain't a felony
Hate that an*logy?
Cape on the balcony, hatred ask "How can he?"
Bait to the hate, and ya'll hatin' just proud of me
Flow is so Hennessy, explode into ecstasy
Hold, fold the cold, lemme unwrap all the best of me
Rap is just hecks'ta see (heck to see)
[Interlude]
I feel good
I feel real good, actually
Yeah, what what, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Bob Magma]
Bob is so Magma
Not a heart-throb, but he throbs full of asthma
Sick, but he has a
Cure for lyricism, and pandemic as a
Next move of action, who's up for a tragedy
In the making, see now he's taking
This seriously, oh gee, what's he saying?
Oh God, not again
This man Magma's back to creating music
And he's used it as a cure
Accused it as a cure to lure, and to churn sparks of the mind
In the dark, cars turn right on time, spark of a line
7 car pile up on the turnpike, too siced
Who's siced for these devilish chimes
Demonic rhymes, ill lunatic
Illuminatin' illuminati minds at the drop of a dime
[Bridge]