Feelin' Ourselves lyrics

(Intro: Julius Luciano)
Uh, Ah, Aight this how I'ma do it though
Aight, We a fan of a lot of MC's
Famous MC's you know what I'm sayin'?
But uh, We like some of the biggest fans of uh, ourselves, right
So on this sh*t, We feelin' ourselves
So uh, I'ma just say some of the sh*t my n*ggas said and pass
Like verses in, and songs and sh*t
Ay, that n*gga Demetrius said, he was like...

(Verse 1: Julius Luciano)
We the best spittin', best livin' or dead
I write fly sh*t like kites sent to the feds
To battle n*ggas inside prison;
Listen I've been spittin' them death sentences for a life sentencin', yup!
n*ggas die behind bars, I mean die behind sh*t that I said
I guess I'm like Mike Vick in the head
I kill n*ggas who think they bite vicious
But you a female, dog, that's why y'all like b*tchin instead

(Verse 2: Demetrius Capone)
Yeah, yeah that was cool, that was some cool bars i said back in the
Back in the day
That n*gga Kenny was cold though, he was like, uh...
Yo, Don't blame me for my insanity, blame humanity, I'm a human in distress, yep
Life is handing me tragedies, I don't think she's a fan of me
But she finna be fannin' me while I'm under my canopy
Handin' me an iced tea with a lemon squeeze and it's sweet
Almost as sweet as that'll be
I'mma make it reality, bet yet
'Til then I'll speak as bad as a death threat
And flatten n*ggas out like a bed set
(Verse 3: Julius Luciano)
Okay, check it; What Dice said is uh...
Whack MCs I hate y'all like I hate black cops
Operate in all black, Black Ops
You faggots get merked, put your fam in the dirt
When I grip the snub, you'll be missin' son, Amber Alert
I'm a superhero but I don't need no sidekick
I don't need no psychic, the scope on my gun's a crystal ball, I see your life is
In the zoom, pistol croon like Peabo Bryson
I send you to hell, then your crew, y'all get reunited

(Verse 4: Andrew "Dice" Deniro)
Yeah, you know what that little n*gga Kenny said?
He say...
If a n*gga got beef he can talk to my piece
Play like snitches n*gga; talk to the heat
I'll treat a trigger like Charmin and squeeze
You n*ggas must be pus*y since you are what you eat

(Verse 5: Demetrius Capone)
Yeah n*gga you took it way back with that one
Yeah, but tell me where these bars come from?...
My n*gga listen to this verse and see why I’m on some c*cky sh*t
Won’t stop grinding ‘til my bills on some Cosby sh*t
I wish you would try to rob me for my rocky wrist
I swing on n*ggas over ice on some hockey sh*t
I come out to play when the day’s finished
See the gauge in a vague image of a crazed menace
You rain and miss shots, race through the rain dripping
I’ll move you into a ditch: you’ll become a grave tenant
(Verse 6: Julius Luciano)
"Grave tenant" oh, wait, what about this one?...
Let's get this lyrical murdering under way
Put these n*ggas way under, no delay andale
Make these n*ggas lay under
Dirt, the undertaker's taking over
No wonder they getting ate by the eighth wonder

(Verse 7: Kenny Siegel)
Ay, that n*gga Debo said though...
Let the life lesson begin
Recite Reverend Wright rhetoric then
Be a motherf*cker just like Oedipus and
Live by the sin commandments instead of the 10
Life’s better when you invite predators in

(Verse 8: Julius Luciano)
Aiyo, what about this one though?...
I'm tryin' to aim at every single lames hat and blaze it
And see caps flyin' everywhere like I'm at a graduation
Cuz if I don't eat, these cats won't breathe
I might rob your whole team for your cold bling
So if you don't wanna be neckless or in a brace, let me see that charm or watch the snub nose ring
...That type of sh*t...