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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 -ss, 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, cl!ck the page, hit the comment and likes

[hook]
yea, i don’t know who y’all f-ckin’ wit’
but you never heard no sh-t like this
i’m a muaf-ckin’ 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 -ss, it’s actually about to drop in fact

[verse 2]
they say i k!ll 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-ckin’ 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-t, you can turn it
go purchase, that weak sh-t, then half to return it
that sh-t ain’t even worth askin’ your boy to burn it
a bunch of the same old sh-t, 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 -ss rappers, it’s curtains

[hook]

[verse 3]
every sentence, will leave your -ss 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!ll, 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
gazunt-te, 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.-.b.’s, are less than whack
or it’d be rest in peace, cause y’all would be the death 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-t gamblin’
so eat a d-ck sandwich, ‘fore i inflict damage

[hook]

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