Feels So Good

[Chorus]

"Feels so good!"

"Feels so good!"

"Feels so good!"

[Verse 1: Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Grand Puba, All]

Yes, yes, yes!

It's a test, test, test!

Now Rule is the town where we REST, REST, REST

If you were wonderin'...

Were the ballistics finally in?

Once again—BRAND NUBIAN!

You and your girl came to see the three rhyme, now SHE STAYS

Kick the funky lyrics, throw her down to her PJ'S

Lay her on the floor and do work in THREE WAYS

After the party...

Guess what?

Ayo, she still pays!

[Chorus]

"Feels so good!"

[Verse 2: Sadat X]

I caught this girl a mink sable, in return I got a cable

Her name was Fat Mabel, and she broke my kitchen table

Ate pasta with this RASTA, went out with his sister

Had hairs on her chin, thought she was a MISTER

Went out disco dancin', gave my feet a big blister

Smacked her in her face 'til I finally I DISSED HER

[Verse 3: Grand Puba]

Encounter with a stunt, in her mouth were five fronts

And stunt was on the wiggy, I thought her name was Ziggy

But her name was Lucy, and I met her on the deucey

Put me on hold to go in a store to get loosey

[Verse 4: Lord Jamar]

(COME ON) Ayo, Max, you need to stop it

Now, let me kick some flavor since we're buildin' on the topic

'Cause yo, I knew this girl and her name was Tina

She rested in Medina, never saw eyes GREENER THAN HERS

But yo, there was just one little flaw

The green eyes I had to penalize, 'cause they was BOUGHT IN A STORE

Synthetic, cosmetic, it was pathetic

If they was real, then yo, she'd get the credit

But they wasn't, so she doesn't

I like the natural look, so I kicked it to her cousin

[Chorus]

"Feels so good!"

"Feels-feels-feels so good!"

[Interlude: Grand Puba]

Come here, lemme put it to you like this, sugar

[Bridge: Lord Jamar, Grand Puba, Sadat X, All]

Don't go changin', to try to please me

Don't change the color of your hair

Your hair, your hair, your hair!

I said “no, no, no”, I just want someone

That I can talk to, I'll take you just the way you are!

Word is bond!

Hahahahaha! Yeah, right!

[Verse 5: Grand Puba]

Too hot to handle, when I was young I used to vandal

Givin' girls the comfort like a foot and a sandal

Always help another brother, never runnin' scandals!

And if I hit the skid, well, I'll just PANHANDLE

Now I'm gettin' papes, but stunts gets the vapes

I see it as a joke 'cause they break when you're broke

I can give a ROAR like an ancient dinosaur (Rrrwwaoorrr!)

Swing a microphone like the great mighty Thor

Puba Maxwell 'cause the Max is hyphenated

Girls seem to love the way my things are SITUATED

Hump on a bump till them bumps feelin' sore

Take a quick breather, then I'm goin' back for more!

[Chorus]

"Feels so good!"

"Feels-feels-feels so good!"

[Interlude: Grand Puba & Lord Jamar]

Brother Derek X, KICK FLAVOR

[Verse 6: Sadat X]

I do my thing like B.B. King, my microphone is named Lucille

Throw a dip in my hip, so they call me extra ill

Makin' big hits from tidbits, how I make my bread

Do some sit ups and squat thrusts, to keep a level head

'Cause I'm WELL READ and mannered, I create in my workshop

Stay up late at night until my brain says to stop

Then I quit, wake up in the morning and continue it

I find the same line, and add some more shit that's hype (HYPE)

But my stripe marks me by champ

Check out the bass comin' from the POWER AMP

I'm the controller, and like the Ayatollah

I used to live in Saudi-ARABIA

I never come out straight out with an answer

Just a yes, or a no, or a MAYBE I DO

But with my crew, sometimes I get blazed

Jump on the floor and kick a new dance craze

I can read, and I've read since the days of RIF

If rhymin' is fundamental, then light up a spliff

And grab, and not an ounce of flab is on my BODY

My mother's part Spanish, my father's part YARDIE

I'm not a junior, try to see me catch a wound

I got yeast to rise straight to the moon

[Chorus]

"Feels-feels-feels-feels-feels so good!"

"Feels-feels-feels-feels-feels so good!”

[Interlude: Grand Puba]

Lord Jamar, God Allah, step to it!

[Verse 7: Lord Jamar]

Girls scope this, like in astrology, they knowledge me

That's 'cause I'm God, but don't look too hard in the sun

'Cause you might get done

My number's seven, that's SIX PLUS ONE

Now anyway, you count Lord Jamar will amount to be a tower

So yo, knowledge more power

As I conclude, to girls I won't be rude

Just verbally feedin' 'em my MENTAL FOOD

I embellish with lyrics, that can't be contested

Served straight from my mouth, and in your ears they're digested

The rhyme I say is out of the ordinary

Some say unique, I prefer the term EXTRAORDINARY

MC's rhymes are ancient like a dinosaur fossil

They're weak and outdated while my rhymes are colossal

Like a Lamborghini, I look good, and I'm expensive

Plus the power I'm unleashin' is just too intensive

Discombobulatin' MC's within my vicinity

Guys like my rhymes, girls like MY MASCULINITY

When I'm on the mic, I say what I feel

I'll never perpetrate 'cause the God's for real

It's like that (THAT)

And at my jams, you know you'll never be bored

So just dance and scream, PRAISE THE LORD

[Interlude: Grand Puba]

A'ight, now this is how we gonna do it before we get out like shout!

[Verse 8: Sadat, Grand Puba, Lord Jamar]

We used to be some soloists, but now we form TRI-PACK

And if you try to step to this, you just might catch an EYE JACK

And if you were intelligent, you really wouldn't TRY THAT

This is just one, black—WE'LL BE BACK!

[Outro: Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Grand Puba]

To my man Alamo (La la la la, la la-la)

And to the man Sincere (La la la la, la la-la)

To my man Mark the Spark (La la la la, la la-la)

And to my brother Melachon (La la la la, la la-la)

And Skeff Anslem on the board (La la la la, la la-la)

Ayo, check this out (La la la la, la la-la)

We got some shout outs for my man Grand Puba, y'know what I'm sayin'? (La la la la, la la-la)

Since he doin' the "La la, la-la" (La la la la, la la-la)

He wanna say peace to his man C-T-W-O (La la la la, la la-la)

To my man Zee, I'll see ya real soon!