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Nemo- Say What You Feel [prod. by D1]

Nemoelevatorup on September 03, 2012 21:47

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    Nemo...
    Real shit...
    Yep

    Say what you feel, feel what you say
    Save that water cooler talk for another day
    Don't be surprised If I see you and walk the other way
    I'm on some real shit, only up on that real shit
    Live Life, Laugh, Love
    Live Life, Laugh, Love
    Live Life, Laugh, Love
    Yea I'm on some real shit
    Live Life, Laugh, Love
    Live Life, Laugh, Love
    Live Life, Laugh, Love
    Only up on that real shit

    Only on some real shit, only on some real shit
    Been over a decade since an album made me feel shit
    Shared the stage with Daddy Kane a year ago I'm still sick
    Can't believe that this is what my nephew got to deal with
    Oh all of yall, all of yall be balling hard
    All of yall rock Audemares, riding round in them foreign cars
    Ok... see you keep showing off your wrist
    But you ain't told em bout the risk
    And you ain't share with him the list
    All them folk behind the fence
    All them Christmases they missed
    All the caskets that you closed,
    All them mommas that you kissed
    Not a mention of a Christ, lot of mention of a Crys
    Not a word about a wife, you keep talking bout a bitch
    You dying by the knife, well I'm living by the fist
    Homie I would be remiss to not be offering my gift
    When I press play on your disc I get immediately pissed
    I just cross my fingers, toes and hope he listening to this

    Say what you feel, feel what you say
    Save that water cooler talk for another day
    Don't be surprised If I see you and walk the other way
    I'm on some real shit, only up on that real shit
    Live Life, Laugh, Love
    Live Life, Laugh, Love
    Live Life, Laugh, Love
    Yea I'm on some real shit
    Live Life, Laugh, Love
    Live Life, Laugh, Love
    Live Life, Laugh, Love
    Only up on that real shit

    Only on some real shit, what you mean real
    You know that feeling you get, wait what you mean feel
    Why the whole world seem numb to me
    Little white pill what you done to me
    In a room full of drones buried in a phone
    That shit just don't seem fun to me uhh
    I ain't the Skype sex kind of guy
    You grabbing virtual boob, you rubbing cyber thigh
    I need that face to face, hand in hand , side by side
    Back to back she on her knees, now we seeing eye to eye
    It's necessary to feel her
    That ashy elbow, pudgy, insecure real her
    That Crenshaw 1500 block of Willshire
    Cause acting Hollywood gon' make me kill her for real bruh
    What's your future like, how your past look
    I know your ass big, but can your ass cook
    What do you love the least, what do you fear the most
    Salute to Will and Jada ladies here's a toast

    Say what you feel, feel what you say
    Save that water cooler talk for another day
    Don't be surprised If I see you and walk the other way
    I'm on some real shit, only up on that real shit
    Live Life, Laugh, Love
    Live Life, Laugh, Love
    Live Life, Laugh, Love
    Yea I'm on some real shit
    Live Life, Laugh, Love
    Live Life, Laugh, Love
    Live Life, Laugh, Love
    Only up on that real shit

    On some real shit, man to man
    I'm trying to solve a problem bigger than some hammer pants
    My nigga J. Jones he ain't even have a chance
    Blue flame, white light, bright red ambulance
    That's America, Black America
    In search of paradise, we find a pair of cuffs
    And where to turn I'm looking for answers everywhere
    They don't care if we don't care first we got to cherish us

    And that's real...

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