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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Roots
The Roots
Performer
Maimouna Youssef
Maimouna Youssef
Vocals
Black Thought
Black Thought
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tahir Jamal
Tahir Jamal
Composer
Tariq Trotter
Tariq Trotter
Composer
Robert Bell
Robert Bell
Composer
Karl Jenkins
Karl Jenkins
Composer
Ronald Bell
Ronald Bell
Composer
Donald Boyce
Donald Boyce
Composer
George Brown
George Brown
Composer
Robert Spike Mickens
Robert Spike Mickens
Composer
Claydes Smith
Claydes Smith
Composer
Dennis Thomas
Dennis Thomas
Composer
Richard Westfield
Richard Westfield
Composer
Leroy Bonner
Leroy Bonner
Composer
Marshall Jones
Marshall Jones
Composer
Ralph Middlebrooks
Ralph Middlebrooks
Composer
Juni Morrison
Juni Morrison
Composer
Norman Napier
Norman Napier
Composer
Andrew Noland
Andrew Noland
Composer
Marvin Pierce
Marvin Pierce
Composer
Gregory Webster
Gregory Webster
Composer
A. Thompson
A. Thompson
Composer
J. Gray
J. Gray
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Roots
The Roots
Producer
Tahir Jamal
Tahir Jamal
Producer
Jon Smeltz
Jon Smeltz
Recording Engineer
Robert Dorsey
Robert Dorsey
Recording Engineer
Steve Mandell
Steve Mandell
Recording Engineer
Jason Goldstein
Jason Goldstein
Mixing Engineer

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It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
Seems to me nowadays things have changed
I don't know if I feel the same
Yo, in the land of the unseen hand that holds trouble
Theorize your game, it's difficult to roll a double
The struggle ain't right up in your face, it's more subtle
But it's still coming across like the bridge and tunnel vision
I try to school these bucks, but they don't wanna listen
That's the reason the system making this paper from the prison
And that's the reason we living where they don't wanna visit
Where the dope slanging keep swangin' like Sonny Liston
The money missing and there's mouths to feed
Get the brain kicking, thinking of a thousand things
Remember back in the days, when the kitchen had eggs
And pancakes, chicken, and greens, and Kool-Aid?
When the refrigerator naked and the cupboard is bare
People got to strip naked, stick 'em up in the air
Was it lies when they told you wasn't nothing to fear?
Something don't feel right out here
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
Seems to me nowadays things have changed
I don't know if I feel the same
Look, my eyes open, 'cause I'm really a watchman
And when I'm writing my thoughts out, really, I'm boxing
My main adversary – any silly concoction
Freeze your face like botulinum toxin
If you ain't trying to get popped, then give me a option
Helicopters chopping from Philly to Compton
The Jones, the Richardsons, the Smiths, and the Johnsons
If you ain't saying nothing, you the system's accomplice
It should play with your conscience, do away with the nonsense
I'm overseeing anything within my circumference
This ain't a press junket, I ain't seeking responses
I stand where the people got the heat in they pockets
You mesmerized by the calm nonchalantness
I spin a dark web on some John Hitchcock shit
If you ain't speaking your life, your rhyme's adopted
If it don't feel right, then stop it, you know what I'm saying?
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
Things don't feel right over here
Lately, I ain't been seeing it clear
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
Seems to me nowadays things have changed
I don't know if I feel the same
Yo, children working, weapon-producing
Natural disaster got the planet in a panic, we all got to make that living
Sex, drugs, murder, politics, and religion – forms of hustling, 
Watch who you put all your trust in
Worldwide, we coincide with who suffering
Who never had shit and ain't got nothing
But more struggling, it makes you wanna run up in the motherfuckin'
Hot zone for a piece of the cake back
I can't work for it, I can certainly take that
I'm fired up, thinking about the payback, ASAP
You fuck around, be a enemy of the state, black
Ill, but that's too real for TV
It's crazy when you too real to be free
If you don't got no paper, then steal this CD
Listen, man, I'll let you know how it feel to be me
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
Things don't feel right over here
Lately I ain't been seeing it clear
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
Seems to me nowadays things have changed
I don't know if I feel the same
Written by: A. Thompson, Andrew Noland, Claydes Smith, Dennis Thomas, Donald Boyce, George Brown, Gregory Webster, J. Gray, Juni Morrison, Karl Jenkins, Leroy Bonner, Marshall Jones, Marvin Pierce, Norman Napier, Ralph Middlebrooks, Richard Westfield, Robert Bell, Robert Spike Mickens, Ronald Bell, Tahir Jamal, Tariq Trotter
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