Wes Freeman - Feels So Good lyrics

[Intro] This feels like me Yea, and I'm ready, uh huh And don't it feel so good? It's good to know Hip-Hop is back So watch ur a**, it's actually about to drop in fact [Verse 1] Uh-Oh!! You see them clouds comin'? You hear the loud thunderin'? You see them crowds runnin'? I think we found somethin' The town's tumblin', down, I see the ground crumblin' I put my heart in the track, that was the sound thumpin' The Tony Stark, of this art, my arc Reactor get to sparkin' and start Don't get it twisted, I'm a great white shark, in a dark Pool, but I ain't no fool, I learned to market it mark So now they tell me I'm the topic of conversation Apparently, I got everyone and they mama waitin' On a hungry honky confirmation, no hesitation I lined my rhymes with the constellations In a response to hatin', I guess that I'm back from my vacation And I'm really in the prime of my life And ain't it feeling like the timin' is right? I'm a rock star, what? y'all thought that Haley's Comet was bright? Well, click the page, hit the comment and likes [Hook] Yea, I don't know who y'all f**in' wit' But you never heard no sh** like this I'm a muaf**in' pro, oh! I know ya missed me I'm back in the studio, we makin' history Uh-huh, yea, I'm where its at And don't it feel so good? it's good to know Hip-Hop is back So watch ya a**, it's actually about to drop in fact [Verse 2] They say I k** it in the south Cause I don't bling, but the words I sing Shine like a grill is in my mouth Topple buildings, knock the ceiling of your house I can show you what real is all about Just put the city on my back, I can hold it, on my shoulders Cause they literally got my f**in' back like they stole it I'm just a poet, with the sting of a locust Don't take no ad-vice cause show biz-ness is bogus, so if Ya'll don't like this sh**, you can turn it Go purchase, that weak sh**, then half to return it That sh** ain't even worth askin' your boy to burn it A bunch of the same old sh**, already heard it They say that practice makes perfect Guess my practice was worth it, cause I be mashin' the verses Every track has a purpose, and add to that I'm an actual person The act is over for these fake a** rappers, it's curtains [Hook] [Verse 3] Every sentence, will leave your a** trumped like an apprentice It's lookin' bleek for these cats, call 'em Memphis The pretentious, boy is off the benches Those who have witnessed, his sk**, develop interest Hard as the concrete, eMCees can't compete Somehow, they can get beat on but can't get on beat You don't want me, to air out your dirty laundry I stay right on your heels, yea, I got long feet Gazuntite, your mic, yea, I bless the track Wes is back, na-na-no need to question that I guess it's left to me, you s.o.b.'s, are less than whack Or it'd be rest in peace, cause y'all would be the d**h of rap I'll leave you kids scramblin', dudes is just ramblin' I guess I'm back on my grizzly like I'm Brick Tamlin I'm goin' all in, like I'm the sh** gamblin' So eat a dick sandwich, 'fore I inflict damage [Hook]