Artist: Styles of Beyond f/ RZA Album: Reseda Beach Song: Don't Feel Bad Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: sample (RZA)] Don't feel bad (I can never) Don't feel bad Don't feel bad (nigga, nigga, don't) Don't feel bad (dighead) [Ryu] If you got to chew food on one side of your mouth Cuz you got a bad tooth and no cash to pull it out Don't feel bad, if the bank close your account And you sleeping on a piss stained fold out couch Don't feel bad, if you don't got the credit to buy it Put it in your girl's name and then promise she can drive it Verizon and Sprint still tripping, I'm target Cuz I ain't pay the bill since Clinton was in office [Chorus: sample (RZA)] Don't feel bad (when life's on your shoulder) Don't feel bad (as these days get colder) Don't feel bad (everyday we get older) Don't feel bad (nigga please) [Tak] It's hard enough to try to make another dollar stretch I might as well just grab a shovel, dig myself a ditch And bury all my worries with a penny and a tin cup Starve til I'm skinny, and invested in a limp bush Damn, a mascot crowded by the darkness Almost stole my laptop right out of my apartment I had to do a show on the very same day What if it ain't luck, all my friends seem to say is [Chorus] [Ryu] If your chain ain't platinum but you got it for six bucks It came with a cross and a plastic pimp cup Don't feel bad because your rims don't spin If they ever get jacked, well then the joke's on them RZA put the track, and we cooking up a classic Took it to Staten, said 'I'm looking for The Abbott' Don't feel bad but it's a rap for you faggots I got to lick a shot for the Ol' Dirty Bastard [Tak] I traveled in the wind, on a horse and a cab Landed in Berlin and then lost all my bags Thinking this is hell, then they hit me with the bomber Had to go to TRL with slippers and pajamas Gotta be bad timing, it's all absurd So pour me some Jack, mama, to calm my nerves It's like I don't have a choice or second opinion And all I hear is a voice, on record skipping, saying [Chorus II: sample (RZA)] Don't feel bad (when the world try to trap you) Don't feel bad (and these niggas try to zap you) Don't feel bad (and put you all in the capsule) Don't feel bad (bodo, read the book -- yo) [RZA] I can never feel bad, I'm the prince of suspense Digi Tech, I stole Christmas from the Grinch Bugs Bunny money, you Jack Club McClumsy You best to bungie, more coach than Tony Dungy How land in cold feet, the way we hold heat Like forty fat bitches wrapped up in gold sheets With fabrics and quilt, I'm masculine built One seem by your dame, put her brain on tilt This is your brain on drugs, this is slang on drugs Bob Digi (bodododo), it's Wu-Tang on drugs B to the O, to the B-B-Y, D-I to the G-I-T-A-L You Al Bundy dummy, I'm California sunny And these snow bunnies love me, cuz my dick drips honey My tongue spits syrup, make these hummingbirds chirp Two guns on my side, bust shots like Wyatt Earp No green eggs and ham, we don't eat Spam My girl rock pearls, but I don't eat clams Get scrooge like Ebenezer, run hoods like Black Caesar Been accepted around the world in more spots than Visa Yeah, that's something right there, repo man, keep it going [Chorus] [Outro: sample] Don't feel bad (4X)