Feels Great

(álbum: Natural Order - 2015)

[Intro:]
Yeah
The Four Owls
It feels great
Yeah, you know it feels good
Uh
1 2 1 2
Alright
Uh

[Verb T:]
Yo, it feels great, feels marvellous
A whole heap of people want a part of it
Tryna tap into it and tryna harness it
We stay funkier than parliament
An' I don't mean the British government
I'm on some other shit
Deeper than the covenant
To grab the CD
You need an oven mitt
I club 'em with the two by four
I'm on some old Jim Duggan shit
We living it and loving it
Right now
The ones with the glow when the lights out
Four Owls bitch
Great to be back
Got love and we show that all straight to the fans
Who support us
As we travel across borders
It feels great
When you recognise what's important (yeah)
My space mission was aborted
And came back to life with a bang
Now I'm all in

[Fliptrix:]
I'm loving life so much
I can't contain it
Everywhere around the world
The tracks are hitting playlists
Between the states
Like the state of oscillation
It's great like the smiles up on their faces
Embrace it
We're staying cryptic like the Roswell bases
Forever in your memory
Like long lost faces
Gotta pay some homage to the
DJ's, rappers, breakers
And mans who bumped acres
To see us rock stages
Appreciating life in ways
I really can't explain
It's beautiful
Where I'm seeing things hedonism
Look to the stars
I'll be asking the heavens questions
And getting answers
Telepathically channel them through the bars bruv
Crush hate with the loving
Jealousy we trust
But you gotta love fate
Cause you can't change what was
I do this for the people
With the real heart for hip hop
It don't stop!

[Leaf Dog:]
It's a great day
Normally I'd sit and hide away
All the hate around
Let's me know what I need to say
My PC died, I can't make beats
An' ain't backed that shit up for about 8 weeks
Hold my fam real close
But we rarely ever speak
Talk shit to yes men
That ain't ever that deep
Say it's bleached
Could dreams really hold prospects
Most opinions are based on material objects
I walk around with a complex
Taking life outta context
Though should call it in like bomb threats
But I'm grown son
Each to his own one
The cycle comes back to the start
Just like a homerun
Learn to catch a few darts
Should try and throw some
There could be a snake in your camp
You might know one
But the hate only breeds it
I'm living life's secret
Why they tryna tell me not to speak it

[BVA:]
Find me weeded
On the route that's scenic
No competing
I just rode with a team that means shit
See scheming from the hazy glares with weak in
But give a fuck
I'm eating crispy duck while my vibes peaking
The crack means less
Cease stress like a cloud of sess smoke
You get less jokes with the vexed folk
I haven't got the answers but I'm thinking let's cope
All I need is beed and beats and fresh cro
Never techno
But big up piff, that's what's next though
Original
I never buy or resurrect flows
I'm where the peng be
The drink don't tempt me
Makes me feel strengthy and act like my peens over lengthy
Zonal permanent, those few are far between
Overactive imagination, body half as keen
I work for myself, fuck society
Sue me
I'm cheating life with a pen and half a doobie