Daveed Diggs - I Feel Like lyrics

Getback Diggs got the block on fire like a riot Holler I'm the king of pillage motherf**ers, I'm a pirate This rapping is my cannon, this scraper is my ship Send them to Davy Jones and watch a ghost ride the whip Strip the beat and I beat it like Michael Jack Son of a bus driver, I'm steering this here rap Commandeering a whole year with peer-to-peer fear tactics Do not fear what you hear on my MySpace, n***a that's practice Mo'f**ers need to step up their praxis I got mouthpiece couldn't give a f** what the facts is You know the deal, stay black, d**h and taxes How'd you know [?] sans fat suit If you get that reference you's a nerd like me Not like Pharrell, my quirk's for real Won't hurt my sales, ain't got a deal So for now imma be spitting whatever I feel, n***a I feel like whilin' and I feel like smokin' I feel like "You feel me?" n***a, that's Oakland I feel like shootin', I feel like scrapin' I feel hella sorry for you s**ers that's hatin' I feel like I feel like can't nobody see me on the spittin' Cause I be getting out of body with my written And I don't care about your 20/20 vision I feel like a lot of hard artists started bullsh**tin' And I'm stepping in it with my size 12s On my town biz, staying fly as hell Show my a** so the world kiss and tell Me what they want, like I was a wishing well Throw a penny, get head for my tails And it really ain't got sh** to do with record sales Don't push weight but I might sing scales And I tip 'em when I'm flipping these scripts like yay-oh Hail to the chief You know I got that fire get you higher than a leaf sh**, it gets you higher than the god of your belief be residing, so it seems That you Jesus-loving sinners might just want to pray to me Cut the middleman, call me skittleman Cause I rock them candy colours and my car be little and Well sh** I be little like [?] Put my CD in your deck and watch the Plymouth Rock Like a rockstar Like a comet So sick with it watch for the vomit Feeling shorty filling a gin and tonic I feel like in the morning imma make her a omelette I feel like really they ain't ready for the Bay But still I got them feeling every word I say I feel like pumping some 40 and 4-Tay "I'm feeling myself!" Word up to Mac Dre Somebody call a doctor This schizo's on some sus but tomorrow he'll be Wagner Fresh like I swallowed a whole bottle of Binaca Hit the right spot, you can feel it in your chakras Got my khan game up, call me chaka Seeing is believing in this world of John Proctors It's child's play how my melody get into you I tell them what they want to hear and blame it on Miss Tituba Scapegoated African, so I does Whatever I want, and ever am what I was Why try to be it when a real high [?] [?] be whatever I is Huh, sh** Two steps in front of the two-step And brethren were [?] my fingertips they call me a Theremin there I'm in it again Diggs did it again, like Diggs did it again Tell them play it again Sam-I-Am, high on pot Rapping fancy n***a, you don't know what you got Know it or not, you know it ain't a poet who got This much disdain for this game, I'm flowing a spot Look Like an H-bomb Like disaster This future has to come faster Feeling the ceiling and peeling the plaster Baby stop kneeling, I just bait the master I feel like people be so funny 'bout this rappin' Like it's only certain words that make it happen But imma bring some new sh** back again and crack it For whether you're cap-peeling or whether you're backpacking Getback Goddamnit