Natural Elements - “Feel”

Yeah, it’s a feeling. Can’t explain it. It’s organic, it’s not mechanic

Spider Sense tingling, what I write’s the mingling of flow

And snow-white-slinging. A fiend, I can’t fight the feeling. Cool J

Got their earrings jingling, I bang the pimp stick like

Morris Day ‘til I see asses wiggling, titties jiggling

These nigglings, falcon-bird-ass ****, sidekicks winking

Don’t worry. What you’re feeling right now is pride stinging

My hustle is pure, organic musculature

Volcanic, y’all panic when it erupts from the core. It’s lava spit

Convert to JavaScript from the grovel, hit the predator

The prey victimized, it evict your whole persona flick

We’re crabs in a barrel, but a crab live in the sand, travel

Overseas, so how a barrel where a crab supposed to be?

But we could all be like our ancestors used to

One big bowl of egusi with some fufu

Feeling powerful like that night my man Kev

Hand me the MAC but I handed that shit back

Swigga (AKA L-Swift): Tell me how you (“feel”)

Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo): Nah, man, I ain’t feeling that. I don’t want that. I just got a bad feeling about it, man

Swigga (AKA L-Swift): NE for life! Yeah. Uh. Tell me how you (“feel”)

I feel like we could never be tarnished, or we’re

Tossing your torso and throw your head in the garbage (Fuck out of here)

That’s the type of shit I’m on when I get mega retarded (Yup)

That’s the other side of my Gemini, a separate artist (Than who?)

Than the one you used to hear—that’s music to your ears (Yeah) that give you

Beautiful souvenirs to move you through the years. They’re like

“Fuck is you doing here?” Musical chairs switch for us

The music never stopped—it’s just you didn’t hear shit

Sit (Ha!) and you gon’ fall on your ass ‘cause we

Occupied all the seats before you walked into class. We feel

The verses are the science and the chorus is math

Our autograph shouldn’t be sold—it’s worth more than just cash

Bash. Feel like it’s hieroglyphics on the pyramid

Walls (Or?) or pyrotechnics on your living room

Floor (Who you with?). I’m with a psychotech geek that’ll get rid of

You all (When?) before I finish the call. Gone!

Swigga (AKA L-Swift): Tell me how you (“feel”)

Anthony Cruz (AKA A-Butta): Yeah, I’ma go left with this one. I’m gonna take this somewhere else—that’s how I’m feeling. Nah’mean?

She did me like

A Garbage Pail Kid—(“How’s that?”)—she blew my head off. Let’s get

Stoned ‘til Infinity like Thanos in the Avengers

I’m a professional menace to sentences. These phrases

I create? I hold dear, no venison

Supply the city with energy—F Con Edison

He stole from Nikolas Tesla, but shit is whatever

My conspiracy theory train of thought starts rambling

You all yap and no action, raps made up like Hamilton

A fraction of my imagination is being wasted

By the mundane surroundings that I’m placed in, but I’ll make the most

Of NE’s situation, I’m facing reality

It’s partly our own creation, it’s what we perceive to be real

And that’s how I’ve been feeling lately

Artificial intelligence mainly, it’s Westworld

Meets The Matrix, crazy—that’s how I feel

My blue Ewings from France? They’re fly as fuck. Sneakerheads

Stop me in the street to flick it up. Heads still

Pay us respect from “Live It Up.” If you don’t know, then

Ask someone or look it up. The dictation

Is St. Anthony—that’s my favorite book

Tell me how you (“feel”)

Tell me how you (“feel”)