JAY-Z, Angela “Mecca” Scott - Feelin' It lyrics

Ha ha, ha ha what '96 and forever
Rok-A-Blok, Roc-A-Fella
Yeah, keep it realer than most
Marcy, Brooklyn yeah

I'm feeling it
Fill the glass to the top with Moët
Feeling it
Feel the Lex' pushing up on the set
I'm feeling it
Feel the high that you get from the lye
Feeling it
If you feel it raise your L in the sky

I keep it realer than most
I know you feeling it
Cristal's on ice, I like to toast
I keep on spilling it
Bone crushers I keep real close
I got the skill for this
On my back the flyest clothes
Looking ill as shit
Transactions illegitimate 'cause life is
Still a bitch, and then you die
But for now, life
Close your eyes and feel this dick
Since diapers
Had nothing to live for like them lifers but
Making sure every nigga stay
Rich within my cipher
We paid the price to circle us, success
They turned my mic up
I'm 'bout to hit these niggas with some
Shit that'll light ya life up
If every nigga in your clique is rich
Your clique is rugged
Nobody will fall 'cause everyone will
Be each others crutches
I hope you fools choose to
Listen, I drop jewels, bust it
These are the rules I follow in my life
You gotta love it
Jiggy-Jigga looking gully in the joint
If y'all niggas ain't talking
'bout large money, what's the point?

I'm feeling it
Fill the glass to the top with Moët
Feeling it
Feel the Lex' pushing up on the set
I'm feeling it
Feel the high that you get from the lye
Feeling it
If you feel it raise your L in the sky

Even if it ain't sunny
Hey I ain't complaining
I'm in the rain doing a
Buck 40, hydroplaning, what, shorty?
(Where you disappear to, son?) Maintaining
Putting myself in a position most
Of these rappers ain't in i'm living
The ill streets' blues got
You hunger pang-in'
Nothing to gain and a whole lot
To lose, you still singing, fool
I'm thorough, in every borough
My name be ringing
Warming it up for the perfect
Time to hit your brain, and
Ya feelin' it? To all the girls that
Bought a girdle to conceal my bricks
No doubt
They can vouch my life is real as shit
'95 South and Papi on the Hill and shit
And all the towns like Cambridge
That I killed with, shit
And all the thorough-ass niggas
That I hustle with
Throw your joints in the air one
Time and bust your shit
These fake rappers can't really
Know I'm loving it, you feeling it?

I'm feeling it
Fill the glass to the top with Moët
Feeling it
Feel the Lex' pushing up on the set
I'm feeling it
Feel the high that you get from the lye
Feeling it
If you feel it raise your L in the sky
I'm feeling it
Fill the glass to the top with Moët
Feeling it
Feel the Lex' pushing up on the set
I'm feeling it
Feel the high that you get from the lye
Feeling it
If you feel it raise your L in the sky

What, y'all ain't heard that nigga Jay hot?
The Cristals they keep me wet like Baywatch
I keep it tight for all the
Nights my momma prayed I'd stop
Said she had dreams that snipers hit
Me with a fatal shot those nightmares, ma
Those dreams that you say you've got
Give me the chills but these mills, well
They make me hot y'all don't feel me
Enough to stop the illing right?
But at the same time these
Dimes keep me feeling tight
I'm so confused, okay I'm getting weeded now
I know I contradicted myself, look
I don't need that now
It's just once in a blue
When there's nothing to do
And the tension gets too thick for
My sober mind to cut through
I get to zoning: me and the chick
On the island and then we're boning
I free my mind sometimes
I hear myself moaning
Take one more toke and I
Leave that weed alone, man
It got me going, shit

I'm feeling it
Fill the glass to the top with Moët
Feeling it
Feel the Lex' pushing up on the set
I'm feeling it
Feel the high that you get from the lye
Feeling it
If you feel it raise your L in the sky
I'm feeling it
Fill the glass to the top with Moët
Feeling it
Feel the Lex' pushing up on the set
I'm feeling it
Feel the high that you get from the lye
Feeling it
If you feel it raise your L in the sky
I'm feeling it
Fill the glass to the top with Moët