[Chorus] It don't feel right, it don't feel right It don't feel, it don't feel, I can't feel it no more It don't feel right, it don't feel right It don't feel, it don't feel, I don't feel it no more Things don't feel right over here Lately I ain't been seein' clear It don't feel right, it don't feel right It don't feel, it don't feel, I can't feel it no more It don't feel right, it don't feel right It don't feel, it don't feel, I can't feel it no more Seems to me nowadays things have changed I don't know if I feel the same
[Verse 1: Black Thought] Yo, in the land of the unseen hand, and hold trouble Theorize your game, it's difficult to roll a double The struggle ain't right up in your face, it's more subtle But it's still comin' across like the bridge and tunnel vision I try to school these bucks, but they don't wanna listen That's the reason the system makin' its paper from the prison And that's the reason we livin' where they don't wanna visit Where the dope slang and keep swayin' like Sonny Liston The money missin' and there's mouths to feed Yet the brain kickin', thinkin' of a thousand things Remember back in the days, when the kitchen had eggs And pancakes, thicken and greens and Kool Aid When the 'fridgerator naked then the cupboard is bare People got to strip naked, stick 'em up in the air Wasn't lies when they told you wasn't nothin' to fear Somethin' don't feel right out here, know what im sayin'? Check it out
[Verse 2: Black Thought] Look, my eyes open cause I'm really a rocksmith And when inviting me thoughts, I'm really unboxin' My main adversary in this silly concoction Freeze your face like bosilium toxin If you ain't tryin' to get popped, then give me a option Helicopters choppin' from Philly to Compton The Jones is the richest since the Smiths & the Johnson's If you ain't sayin' nothin', you a system's accomplice It should play with your conscience, do away with the nonsense I'm overseeing anything within my circumference This ain't a press junket, I ain't seekin' responses I stand where the people got the heat in they pocket You mesmerized by the calm nonchalant-ness I spit a dart, rub on some John Hitchcock shit If you ain't speakin' your life, your rhyme's adopted If it don't feel right, then stop it, you nahmsayin'?
[Verse 3: Black Thought] Yo, field you work in, weapon producin' Natural disaster got the planet in a panic We all gots to make that livin' Sex, drugs, murder, politics and religion Forms of hustlin', watch who you put all your trust in Worldwide, we coincide with who sufferin' Who never had shit and ain't got nothin' But most strugglin', and make you wanna run up in the ma' fuckin' With hots on for a piece of the cake back I can't work for it, I can certainly take that I'm fired up, thinkin' about the payback, except You fuck around and be a enemy of the state, black I'll, but that'd be too real for TV It's crazy when you too real to be free If you ain't got no paper then steal this CD Listen man, I'll let you know how it feel to be me, it don't feel