ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah How does it feel How does it feel You're different from me different How does it feel How does it feel You're different
, I spit it for my block, it’s an old, I admit it here The city cold, it’s lock and load Any minute it’s rock and roll And you rockin wrong, and feel
of funeral wakes Make your bones, bring a rat back dead, just ahead A cop's better, use this biretta Snitch, bet your bitch, she in a pre-dug ditch 'Cause I command a
pulse of nature Scaring spiritual devils while evoking the maker Is it wrong for me to curse in the name of right Is it wrong for me to spit life into
) I feel empty (When I close my eyes) Whoa, I feel empty (When I close my eyes) Is this a new way to love? Never face to face, is it enough? Does it
mon I'm a down ass Chicano I'll say it again I'm down for mine ese Or laugh at you if you need a shank over a cuete And then I'll call you a Chavala
rub the heads of black music with a Japanese assistant What does a Chinese kid know about the rap game, it's a shame As I see 'em watching bet There's a
a jawful (Just chill, ten minutes and it's all downhill) Downhill, how does it feel, how long does it take to work Am I gonna fry my disk, does it make
to the Z and we all in the family What an event, we hardcore a hundred percent Makin' it stick, Los Angeles proudly presents The real deal, how does it feel
hit the philippines, then cross river seas Whole sea for a week, where I dont feel a breeze So I got Hefner's whores, with some excellent jaw Like the vet for
punch But he never did like to talk about it all that much "It's my work", he'd say "And I do it for a pay And when it's over just as soon go on my way
care What should I wear What do I care What does it matter If I change the world at all What does it matter If I change the world at all What does it
I was thinking about you And how your eyes swallowed me whole I've tried my hardest to forget it How does it feel to be But a broken heart is murder for
It's more than just your life, it's more than suicide How does it feel? How does it feel? How does it feel? When you're looking down a barrel of a loaded
side In fileds of agony everybody dies How many humans, how many does it take? We get a cedar box, they get a body rake How many lives does it take before
sorry Stretched it to fit, told it feel like calamari Am I makin' love, she said, "No ya not" "Should I keep it up?", she said, "I'm nuttin' don't stop" "How does it feel
name is JME, there was a time when radio played me Cause my music came from my heart, it was real to me But now it's a part I'm here struggling, keeping it
was a note for me, that was left behind She had left it there waiting, for such a long time I was inclined to ask about it but she brought it up first
