DJ Battlecat, Skitso G, Ras Kass, Hot B - On Top of the World lyrics

Problem less, chronic blunt, no stress
I confess to the sins within the
Days I lived as a youngster
On these ghetto streets, I packed my heat
We played for keeps
In the ghetto, netto, got a dime
Of those barbeques with holes
Phat fades and dookie braids
Those were the days
Battling on the dancefloor
We've got Bacardi and more weed if you
Need to get punked up for backspin
Now, mic's I'm snatching for ransom
Handsome than a mother
Smooth but a rough groove, no problems
Nothing to lose
Still I abuse lyrical substances to
Create lyrics for 'Cat's tracks
Listen to this phat 'Cat shit
A new Skit'so release
Oh, what a relief it is to


Be in showbusiness of my own
Ripping microphones
Don't jock this shit until I'm through
And when I'm through
I be polite and pass the blunt to who?
To who? The world, nigga, the world

This is how it feels to be on top
Damn it feels good to see people up on it
This is how it feels to be
On top of the world
Damn it feels good to see people up on it
This is how it feels to be on top
Damn it feels good to see people up on it
This is how it feels to be
On top of the world
Damn it feels good to see people up on it

I used to be a schizophrenic
Went through fit's of panic
A manic depressant adolescent peasant
But in the present
I am never hesitant of rappers and
It's evident this ghetto started shining
Been a star way before Pat Benatar, baby
It's all about climbing
The niggas is doing crime and dirt
But I just rhyme and exert
All of my time into becoming a rap expert
All of my niggas know I
Been styling on the microphone
Slowly letting you know the real deal
Or I be styling on the microphone
Still spills over the track
Or I be styling, living this type of life
Black
That's the way that I want it, flaunt it
Every day, hey whatcha say?
Maybe, baby, we can get together later
Or I be styling
Dropping rhymes like I was a commentator
Ayo can take me out with the

This is how it feels to be on top
Damn it feels good to see people up on it
This is how it feels to be
On top of the world
Damn it feels good to see people up on it
This is how it feels to be on top
Damn it feels good to see people up on it
This is how it feels to be
On top of the world
Damn it feels good to see people up on it

I had a pill
Striving for the nicest skills when
Milk Dee and Rob G was chilling
The feeling of having top billing
Gets my dick hard, partner
'Cause them nine broke niggas act
Like they wanna see
Me be the tenth and it makes no sense
Fresh outta high school and niggas see
The real world does not come on at MTV
That shit's your everyday reality
Hard to earn but understand
If I earn what I deserve
Then I'm the motherfucking man
And me and 'Cat go way back so us
Both coming up is that much sweeter
'Cause I remember the garage with
No chairs and no heater
Now all I need is you to get off my nuts
'Cause now you want deez like the individuals
A lyrical West Coast subliminal criminal
On digital audio tape
Drinking Rémy Martin straight
I got up, I got up, and got something
This is how it feels to be on top

Yeah, feels good
No more pop-locking on the streets
No more mixtapes
No more "Would you please listen to my demo?"
Just straight on top of the world

This is how it feels to be on top
Damn it feels good to see people up on it
This is how it feels to be
On top of the world
Damn it feels good to see people up on it
This is how it feels to be on top
Damn it feels good to see people up on it
This is how it feels to be
On top of the world
Damn it feels good to see people up on it
This is how it feels to be on top
Damn it feels good to see people up on it
This is how it feels to be
On top of the world
Damn it feels good to see people up on it
This is how it feels to be on top
This is how it feels to be
On top of the world