Bara Blaque - The Feeling lyrics

The future's here throw a K in the air If it's crystal clear and you see it If you present you got to feel it If you hear one thing that appear to be real To you, please repeat and speak it and preach it To all of your people wherever streets lit Share it, you in the presence of a realist Presenting to you all the realest - I'm not fearless I just fear less. My heart is freezing, if I see son He getting seasoned any season forget the reason I won't hear reason all the doubters in my past Are past believing even enemies won't pa** The chance to pa** me reefer now they hear him Blaring through their speakers a n***a blessed Like I get my bags of gra** fresh from Eden Bless the fresh this the fellowship of the realness Give a f** about all your feelings unless you feel this Or I feel it's something I feel is appealing enough To make me better or teach me I'm hanging high Off a helix grinding at the back of my mind I'm laughing inside finding it hard to answer why These rappers find rhyming so tedious Exterior boys are not smiling we eating Chunks of your favourite rapper flying as I'm picking my teeth and talking with food In my mouth, spitting and coughing giving Shout outs look at me when I'm speaking Should really be more distinguished I told you before I'm just an African boy Born in London, England, business meetings How I'm spending my London evenings I can't believe it this rap sh** I breathe it speak it And leak it motherf**er I bleed it Only god knows what the future holds For Kuda but if I'm judged on flows just know That it's adios to those who spitting Claim to be competition f**ing listen None of them coming close before they cure My sickness they'll solve Gods genetic code Construct an antidote for aids and the common cold Probably even comatose or die command these prose With such a professional approach, my mama hate I smoke But she don't know the game of thrones her baby boy chose My turn to roll the die before I die expose these folks For lesser quotes low behold best spoken Bara bespoke Fine suits with the weed smoke on the D-low Your b**h loving the D, ho Coming over to receive strokes So smokey in here she swear that she see ghosts Know Koup don't love but swear the Trio Puro Dope Like no surprise b**h, we know Then I'm back on the road All alone on the road Convo between I and me Like that scene in the café where de Niro and Pacino meet I'm trying to say my mind on heat time to be where I'm Meant to be my niccuh Tokyo like he can hear the growth But we both know I'm nowhere close to a younguns peak This is just a young king's speech, listen to a young king speak Product of mixed environments Focusing on my craft working harder Since the time we in nobody seems to be hiring It's hard enough your pride is being tested You vexed with your blessings you thinking Of all the things to be blessed with why the F is There got to be a mic involved Jordan Jackson or Myers Locked in the booth with half a dozen rottweilers Ready to bite ya if you slip your lines up Growing violent as I pile up, my lines electrifying Hair at the back of my neck rising I'm so excited This is the perfect climate for a n***a to climb in And slip and slide some rhymes in, not even bias With my sh** and still feel that I'm the nicest Don't like it then you can try this nine-inch Your p**y's far from the tightest I'm not that far from the title Bar for bar I go Michael Tyson with no biting I lecture Lecter in a den of lions was told by a psychic I had a gifted mind and decided to weaponise it It's best that you recognize this West African Mad messiah interested rates getting higher And don't be stupid it's The Koup, b**h Sell us bullsh** don't try it We know the prices I'm Gidi I'm stingy You'll know I'll price it Can't appraise my sh** praise my sh** You its priceless I see a b**h that I like I win own and ride her tip toe beside her That b**h stole, I Winona Ryder Ma You know I'm fire Ma You don't believe in me Then you can s** my big black D I see y'all f** ing with Kuda