Feelin' Ourselves

(Intro: Julius Luciano)
Uh, Ah, Aight this how I'ma do it though
Aight, We a fan of a lot of MC's
Famous MC's you know what I'm sayin'?
But uh, We like some of the biggest fans of uh, ourselves, right
So on this shit, We feelin' ourselves
So uh, I'ma just say some of the shit my niggas said and pass
Like verses in, and songs and shit
Ay, that nigga Demetrius said, he was like...

(Verse 1: Julius Luciano)
We the best spittin', best livin' or dead
I write fly shit like kites sent to the feds
To battle niggas inside prison;
Listen I've been spittin' them death sentences for a life sentencin', yup!
Niggas die behind bars, I mean die behind shit that I said
I guess I'm like Mike Vick in the head
I kill niggas who think they bite vicious
But you a female, dog, that's why y'all like bitchin instead

(Verse 2: Demetrius Capone)
Yeah, yeah that was cool, that was some cool bars i said back in the
Back in the day
That nigga Kenny was cold though, he was like, uh...
Yo, Don't blame me for my insanity, blame humanity, I'm a human in distress, yep
Life is handing me tragedies, I don't think she's a fan of me
But she finna be fannin' me while I'm under my canopy
Handin' me an iced tea with a lemon squeeze and it's sweet
Almost as sweet as that'll be
I'mma make it reality, bet yet
'Til then I'll speak as bad as a death threat
And flatten niggas out like a bed set

(Verse 3: Julius Luciano)
Okay, check it; What Dice said is uh...
Whack MCs I hate y'all like I hate black cops
Operate in all black, Black Ops
You faggots get merked, put your fam in the dirt
When I grip the snub, you'll be missin' son, Amber Alert
I'm a superhero but I don't need no sidekick
I don't need no psychic, the scope on my gun's a crystal ball, I see your life is
In the zoom, pistol croon like Peabo Bryson
I send you to hell, then your crew, y'all get reunited

(Verse 4: Andrew "Dice" Deniro)
Yeah, you know what that little nigga Kenny said?
He say...
If a nigga got beef he can talk to my piece
Play like snitches nigga; talk to the heat
I'll treat a trigger like Charmin and squeeze
You niggas must be pussy since you are what you eat

(Verse 5: Demetrius Capone)
Yeah nigga you took it way back with that one
Yeah, but tell me where these bars come from?...
My nigga listen to this verse and see why I’m on some cocky shit
Won’t stop grinding ‘til my bills on some Cosby shit
I wish you would try to rob me for my rocky wrist
I swing on niggas over ice on some hockey shit
I come out to play when the day’s finished
See the gauge in a vague image of a crazed menace
You rain and miss shots, race through the rain dripping
I’ll move you into a ditch: you’ll become a grave tenant

(Verse 6: Julius Luciano)
"Grave tenant" oh, wait, what about this one?...
Let's get this lyrical murdering under way
Put these niggas way under, no delay andale
Make these niggas lay under
Dirt, the undertaker's taking over
No wonder they getting ate by the eighth wonder

(Verse 7: Kenny Siegel)
Ay, that nigga Debo said though...
Let the life lesson begin
Recite Reverend Wright rhetoric then
Be a motherfucker just like Oedipus and
Live by the sin commandments instead of the 10
Life’s better when you invite predators in

(Verse 8: Julius Luciano)
Aiyo, what about this one though?...
I'm tryin' to aim at every single lames hat and blaze it
And see caps flyin' everywhere like I'm at a graduation
Cuz if I don't eat, these cats won't breathe
I might rob your whole team for your cold bling
So if you don't wanna be neckless or in a brace, let me see that charm or watch the snub nose ring
...That type of shit...