Feels Great

Yeah The Four Owls It feels great Yeah, you know it feels good (it feels good) Uh (one, two, one, two, one, two) Alright Uh Yo, it feels great (it feels great), it feels marvelous (marvelous) A whole heap of people want a part of it Tryna tap into it and tryna harness it We stay funkier than parliament (parliament) An' I don't mean the British government I'm on some other shit Deeper than the covenant So grab the CD You need an oven mitt I club 'em with the two by four I'm on some old Jim Duggan shit We livin' it and lovin' it, right now The ones with the glow when the lights out Four Owls, bitch Great to be back Got love and we show that all straight to the fans who support us As we travel across borders It feels great when you recognize what's important (yeah) My space mission was aborted And came back to life with a bang, now I'm all in I'm lovin' life so much, I can't contain it Everywhere around the world The tracks are hittin' playlists between the states like the state of oscillation It's great like the smiles up on their faces Embrace it We're stayin' cryptic like the Roswell bases Forever in your memory like long-lost faces Gotta pay some homage to the DJ's, rappers, breakers And mans who bumped acres to see us rock stages Appreciating life in ways I really can't explain, it's beautiful Where I'm seeing things hedonism, look to the stars I'll be asking the heavens questions and gettin' answers Telepathically channel them through the bars bruv Crush hate with the lovin' Jealousy we trust but you gotta love fate 'Cause you can't change what was I do this for the people with the real heart for hip hop It don't stop! It's a great day Normally I'd sit and hide away all the hate around Lets me know what I need to say My PC died, I can't make beats An' ain't backed that shit up for about eight weeks Hold my fam real close but we rarely ever speak Talk shit to yes-men that ain't ever that deep Say it's bleached Could dreams really hold prospects Most opinions are based on material objects I walk around with a complex Taking life outta context Though should call it in like bomb threats But I'm grown son, each to his own one The cycle comes back to the start Just like a homerun, learn to catch a few darts Should try and throw some There could be a snake in your camp You might know one but the hate only breeds it I'm livin' life's secret, why they tryna tell me not to speak it Find me weeded on the route that's scenic No competing, I just rode with a team that means shit See schemin' from the hazy glares with weak in but give a fuck I'm eatin' crispy duck while my vibes peakin' The crack means less Cease stress like a cloud of sex Smoke you get less jokes with the vexed folk I haven't got the answers but I'm thinkin' let's cope All I need is beed and beats and fresh cro, never techno But big up piff, that's what's next though, original I never buy or resurrect flows, I'm where the peng be The drink don't tempt me, makes me feel strengthy and act like my peens over lengthy So no permanent, those few are far between Overactive imagination, body half as keen I work for myself, fuck society Sue me I'm cheatin' life with a pen and half a doobie