Feels So Good [Bonus Track]

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 bass 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