Feel Like Me
(专辑: Exclusive Audio Footage (The Unreleased Album) - 2000)
[Intro Pharrell] Yo, we loving this I
got it baby Ain't nothing but a
par-ar-ty On my laced out chicks, par-ty All my niggaz in the
six, par-ty Clipse coming wit' the
hits, par-ty [Verse 1
Pusha T] Yo, the
flow echo, grab a
ho, won't let go Chick shake her ass, Kalipso, I'm drinking on the
world Sip slow, techno scene, lace a
beam My team up, stand out like indigo dreams In the
club, bitches staring, dress, Donna Karen They inch a
bit close to see the
links we wearing The
jealous cats fill the
room, but that's they doom Because if the
beef get set (PW: We cause a
typhoon) Yeah, what you here for, you better prepare for The
background 'cause your presence no one'll care For the
auto-matac, retaliate if it's sat-ac Stagger when I
walk, let my emeralds talk Terror's status, tote unquote top, never drop While the
competition pleads and begs for us to stop The
interlock, stack like stock, style I
got Gonna make the
world build off me like catcher's glocks, yo [Chorus Pharrell] All I
wanna do is drink on the
world Laying on the
beach, taking sips wit' my girl Here they come trying to trouble me I
just giggle 'cause I
know they don't see Nor can they hear so they need to explain It's piece on pieces, that's simple and plain This is our ode to the
galaxy Niggaz in the
wrong if you feel like me [Verse 2
Malice] Do you not know what the
Clipse is Malicious, M.C. type relentless Why risk going against this, senseless You in the
realm where your team is defenseless Players we ball, you in the
benches Full of clips, underground wit' extensions You thought the
camp had love, we show none like a
show gun Malice murdering MCs, except wit' no gun The
slow gun, beat'll live fast, die young We from where they strike in the
flash, like Cy Young How you come where you ain't welcome puzzling Take us more sips to cliss, we guzzling Got me wondering, how can you live wit' yourself Move a
detective, similar to the
'self Drama, you want drama, we do drama The
prize package, we blow like Unibomba' [Chorus] [Verse 3
Pusha T] It's a
fine line, between the
have and the
ain't got Mad 'cause you ain't hot, in fact, far from it Watch you plummet, we reside at the
summit Full of clips, run this, ridiculous Why you making me laugh, eat clips And an E-class, tap the
wine glass at the
lip Then on behalf of the
clique, take a
sip Remember how we used to be like now it be like, whatever Malice and Terror, of the
bad double header [Malice] It's the
congruent, symmetrical bomb unit Opposition fate, end up in found unit Sync wit' the
flow, hell no, we fine tuning And make the
lie, kiss while you break your spine to it Talking to make you feel me walking without a
worry Blaze up the
spot, watch the
whole crowd hurry Magnetic, do you like a
tractor, pathetic Fully clips, M.O., yo, ready to chest hit [Chorus x2 w/ ad-libs] [Outro Pharrell] Par-ty.. Ain't nothing but a
Clipse par-ty All my niggaz in the
six, par-ty On my laced out chicks, par-ty