Feels So Good Lyrics - One For All - Brand Nubian

Feels so good 

Feels so good 

Feels so good 

Yes yes yes 

It's a test test test 

Now Rule is the town 

Where we rest rest rest 

If you were wondering 

Were the ballistics finally in 

Once again, 

Brand Nubian 

You and your girl came to see the three rock 

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? 

Ayyo she's still payin' 

Feels so good 

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

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

Ate pasta with this Rasta, went out with her sister 

Her hands on her chin, thought she was a mister 

Went out disco dancing, gave my feet a big blister 

Smacked in the face until I finally I dissed her 

Encounter with a stunt, and I'm out for spot fronts 

Extensions on her 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 

(Come on) 

Ayyo mack she need to stop it 

Now let me kick some flavor since we're building 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 

A synthetic cosmetic, it was pathetic 

If they was real, then yo she got the credit 

But they wasn't so she doesn't 

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

Feels so good 

Feels, feels so good 

Come here let me put it to you like this sugar 

Don't go changing, 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 

Yeah right 

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

Giving girls the comfort like a foot and a sandle 

Always help another brother, never running scandals 

And if I hit the skids, 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 (Roar) 

Swing a microphone like the great mighty Thor 

Puba Maxwell is the mack that's hyphenated 

Girls seem to love the way my things are situated 

Hump on a bump 'til them bumps is feelin' sore 

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

Feels so good 

Feels, feels so good 

Brother, Derek X, kick flavor 

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 

Making big hits from tidbits, how I make my bread 

Do some situps, and squat thrusts, to keep a level head 

'Cause I'm well bred, 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 ish that's hype 

But my stripes, marks me by champ 

Check out the bass coming 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 red since the days of rhythm 

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 wool 

I got yeast to rise straight through the moon 

Feels, feels, feels, feels, feels so good 

Feels, feels, feels, feels, feels so good 

Lord Jamar, God Allah step to it! 

Girls scope this, like in astrology they aknowledge 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 any way you count Lord Jamar will amount to be 

A tower, so yo, knowledge my 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 

Serve 'em 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 unleashing is just, too intensive 

Discombublatin' MC's with thin mind percentage 

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 

Alright now this is how we gonna do it 

Before we get out like Shout 

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