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Strange Feelings

Album cover art for "Strange Feelings" by J Dilla & 5 Elementz

J Dilla & 5 Elementz - Rap, Midwest Rap

Strange Feelings

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February 5, 2021.

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[Intro] It's a damn shame, y'all niggas talk the same thang Small change, we the lyrically acclaimed Sought fame, you entered in the wrong ring It's not a game, we just arrived, start prayin' It's a damn shame, y'all niggas talk the same thang Small change, we the lyrically acclaimed Sought fame, you entered in the wrong ring It's not a game, we just arrived, start prayin' [Verse 1] Your time has come, finding Mudd No more waitin' 5 Ela for life, highly anticipated Been dedicated since day one Had the hardest shit comin' from the sеat, my niggas rappin' for fun Talk much about the Ela, one nigga hurt Then wе came back droppin' shit tougher than the turf With the vengeance we spit this, these Monster ass rhymes to make these ho niggas pause just to breathe Any color or creed that'll understand the fact that When we bust it's much more than about rap It's total domination, niggas city hatin' If you down with the D then raise it up 5 Ela was the greatest since great was great Without a tour we was fuckin' hoes state to state Mudd Dog is the spheres, finest, the professional Puttin' freaky ass words in rhymes Y'all know what time it is, rhymes to spit Take the loot, come back and pop rounds at Chris It's the Ela, nigga (Mudd, bring it back) [Bridge] How you feel about the Ela, nigga? (That's dope shit) If I played it would you quote it? (Shit, you know this) When they pumped it in the club everybody show love Now you know, on the real, don't fuck with us How you feel about the Ela, nigga? (That's dope shit) If I played it would you quote it? (Shit, you know this) When they pumped it in the club everybody show love Now you know, on the real, don't fuck with us [Verse 2] And to these haters, hatin' me 'cause you ain't me Mudd, that nigga y'all can't be Or be with, yeah, I'm talkin' to bitches too Who lie and run game, I love fuckin' hoes like you I make you all a promise Handle my game like Isaiah Thomas Two balls then I rap a few bars Ela niggas, two stars One deleted, guess we didn't need it New ball game, undefeated Constant win, my johnson spin short ladies like a game of roulette Now tell me, who left the gate open? Walk miles scorchin' in Hell Now we've arrived, not smilin' or jokin' Reppin' the mile and isle, together seven bills Tryna get ahead, dedicated like Kevin Baile Never worryin' if I sell Been sellin' shit since '96, blasted with smoke, it's all dope Y'all know that crack stank but that's the black think They want you to quit before you can hit you a lick So shit, fuck the feds Straight from Mudd, a young buck with dreads I'm on God's side, none of y'all wanna fuck with this

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