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No Feelings Lyrics

from Kuruption!

"No Feelings" is track #19 on the album Kuruption!. It was written by Tracey Horton, Stephen Walker, Ricardo Emmanuel Brown, Anthony A Moody.
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"No Feelings" is track #19 on the album Kuruption!. It was written by Tracey Horton, Stephen Walker, Ricardo Emmanuel Brown, Anthony A Moody.
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Nigga, I ain't got no feelings
What the fuck you think this is?
I got no reason to live
So make your mind up

What you wanna do?
I make your family be missing you
Nigga I ain't got no feelings
What the fuck you think this is?

I got no reason to live
So make your mind up
What you wanna do?
I make your family be missing you

Dustin' you off like dirty finger prints on evidence
Battlin' me ya dead like presidents
I'm Fresh like Prince, Jazzy like Jeff
The man just like Meth

Crazy like Left plus jams is like Def
Wid a pen I'm king like Kurupt
When I throw a style you betta duck
If you don't yo ass is outta luck

Don't fuck, wid the masta
If I have to, the I'll blast ya
Then go to church to see my pastor
Why ya have to be like this

Me and the mic's tight like Gladys Knight and the Pips
This year my son turned six
Yo style's wack and you need to get that shit fixed
Representin' Jersey my raps hittin' harder than bricks

I'm iller, realer, than ya local drug dealer
Come to my villa, meet the nine milla
Lettin' off, where I stop you gettin' off
Make you feel it juts like Latifah's kiss in set it off

You want war come on, put on the boxing gloves
People call me an artist in the canvas
'Cause I draw blood, that's what's up
Wid the shit I maneuver

Hit the losers wid a Luger, than lay up in Aruba
I'm gon' be rappin' till you motherfuckas get sick ah me on the mic
I'm sicker than ten niggas wid HIV, Tracy, had the cico, the freako
Holdin' heat somewhere on Wall Street wid Sloppy Joe
You hear me though?

Nigga, I ain't got no feelings
What the fuck you think this is?
I got no reason to live
So make your mind up

What you wanna do?
I make your family be missing you
Nigga I ain't got no feelings
What the fuck you think this is?

I got no reason to live
So make your mind up
What you wanna do?
I make your family be missing you

My name is Stephen, I eat MCs for no apparent reason
It in you if you skeezin' I'm pleasin'
Those who dare, I advise you not to stare
You be assed out like a flat tyre widout a spare

I declare war before I had to even the score
You got me hot like sand on the shore, I'm runnin' the floor
Like a ballerina, I go back like Flava Flav in cold Medina
I get homies to make you say, "You seen her?"

I'm pregnant, but only in my mind
Hopin' my baby rhyme grows up to be a triple platinum album
I fell on, using the steel to do crimes
Smoked so many niggas they put up no smoking signs

Charismatic asthmatic, ballin' like Madden
Cream, automatic attractive like a magnet
Speedin' like car racin', cream like carnation
Burned out my Playstation while cats be scar facin'

Hey old lady, sorry's all I can say
By bills got me lookin' at pocket books, in a different way
Fox got the bubbled eye Benz-o
I'm in the back of Kurupt flex truck playin' 64 Nintendo

Get peeled, skills in the fields
Raw dog raw deals, niggas either ill, fake or real
Penetrates I only heard ah tens and thirty eights
Ride as the niggas turnin' states and flippin' crates

Get lift like weights, bust and radiate spreadin' infections
Murderous mafia connections, I wanna feel touched like feelings
Start drillin' start ampin' out, hittin' wid autos campin' out
Wid autos innovative calculative creative

Touched nigga, hectic, wid a couple seconds
A bust nigga, from a distance I can peep a fuck up
You on the Ave wid nuthin' but cash to get stuck up
Man them diamonds y'all got is nice, hot

Never seen cowards wid so much ice
I got blocks to get all that's got behind the scenes
Sellin' glocks, tech nines, sixteens and magazines
Zines, zines, zines

Songwriters
TRACEY HORTON, STEPHEN WALKER, RICARDO EMMANUEL BROWN, ANTHONY A MOODY

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Lyrics © JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

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