Brand Nubian - Feels So Good lyrics

Feels so good Feels so good Feels so good 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? Ayyo she's still payin' Feels so good I got this girl a mink sable, in return I got a cable Her name was Fat Mabel and she broke my kitchen to table Ate pasta with this Rasta, went out with her sister Her hands on her chin, thought she was a mister Went out disco dancing, gave my feet a big blister Smacked in the face until I finally I dissed her Encounter with a stunt, and I'm out for spot fronts Extensions on her 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) Ayyo mack she 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 A synthetic cosmetic, it was pathetic If they was real, then yo she got 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 Feels, feels so good Come here let me put it to you like this sugar Don't go changing, to try to please me Don't change the color of your hair Your hair, your hair, your hair I said no no no I just want someone That I can talk to I'll take you just the way you are Word is bond Yeah right Too hot to handle when I was young I used to vandal Giving girls the comfort like a foot and a sandle Always help another brother, never running 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 (Roar) Swing a microphone like the great mighty Thor Puba Maxwell is the mack that's hyphenated Girls seem to love the way my things are situated Hump on a bump 'til them bumps is feelin' sore Take a quick breather then I'm goin' back for more! Feels so good Feels, feels so good Brother, Derek X, kick flavor 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 ish that's hype But my stripes, marks me by champ Check out the ba** 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 red since the days of rhythm 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 wool I got yeast to rise straight through the moon Feels, feels, feels, feels, feels so good Feels, feels, feels, feels, feels so good Lord Jamar, God Allah step to it! Girls scope this, like in astrology they aknowledge 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 any way 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 colossal Like a Lamborghini, I look good, and I'm expensive Plus the power I'm unleashing is just, too intensive Discombublatin' MC's with thin mind percentage 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 Alright now this is how we gonna do it Before we get out like Shout 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