Ransom, Statik Selektah - How It Feels Lyrics

It's so hard to explain
But it's one thing for sure baby

How do it feel?

Yeah these niggas used to laugh at us
Now the experts is talkin
About our draft status
I fall throughout from them hallways
And them track addicts piss puddles
Syringe needles and glass shattered
A mad tan and my scars hurt
I guess that proves that I'm on God's earth
Pain, torture and hard work
Main sources beyond earth
These hoes found they interest
I pull them chains out like
It's fourth down in inches, yeah
I've been going for a couple years
Which I've been doing for these couple years
Now I'm back, I know you fuckin scared
I know you mad that I'm up in here, yeah
I've escaped them state bars
But now my punches is kinda rusty
Like Tyson after his rape charge
My eyes shut like Jamie depicted Ray Charles
But I can see clearly them
Forces that showed me, thanks God
Oh Lord, why do I spit so vividly?
Is this the very reason why
These bricks don't mimic me?
You just don't get it B
These niggas don't deserve their life
Rest in peace to my
Comrades that murdered mic's
Stacks – my comrade that murdered mic's
They gave me more time than
That comrad that murdered Mike
Throughout the years I've noticed
The game changing
I say I'm born in the 60's
They thinkin I'm gangbangin
Nah, I'm just rollin up a little sour
Little money, little respect, a little power
They found ways to pierce through
This little armor on me
Agitate me, degrade me
Then press charges on me
I keep it quiet for my friends sake
Was brought to the state pen but
I turned it to pent state
I had to learn from the
School of the Hard Knox
To get the note of beauty and
Jewelry in large gaps yeah

I've been sittin for a couple years
Which I've been spending for
These couple years, damn
Think I've been trippin for
These couple years
Ran is back, that is music to my fuckin ears

Ain't no reason you should applaud that
I'm just a nigga that's gonna bring
The east coast it's balls back
Pause that, of course that's that boss rap
I'm headin for the level where Nas
Jay and Los at
Pardon me but the game is like an authority
Going back ain't a option
That's why I'm rappin retartedly
Ain't no passion apaling me
I'm stingy like a third grader
Beauty elastics
I'll probably cop me a fur later
Huh, Feragamo's in them served flavors
Susanelli spend a 1000 on a third blazer
How I get it, believe me
It's not the lottery
I'm fresh out of prison
Already I have commodity
Huh, where was you out when I was lockin it?
Barely no oxygen
Thought I had lots of friends
Huh, hard to breathe in the atmosphere
Who can voice they opinion and
Say that was fair?
Couple times I caught myself
Being happy there
Then I woke up and realized
Why they strapped me there
The books been open but now
I'm hopin to end it the future is my gift so
Let me open my present

How do it feel?