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Title: It Feels Good To Be A Lunatic
Artist: Blade
Label: 691 Influential
Year: 1993
Album: The Lion Goes From Strength To Strength
Cat #: Blade 1207

Last Modified: 13th April 2004
Transcribed by: Flat 4
Contact: flat4@ukhh.com
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Blade:
I heard a message on my answer machine
From a brother that was claimin' that
I'm wack but I'm
Back on the scene and again I'm rammin' it
Down your throat, not many are slammin' it
Instead of dissin' one another, listen to the brother
And try to improve the situation
One nation under a groove
How many mcs have somethin' to prove?
I got to climb to the top of the mountain
To make it astoundin', you got to stop houndin'
The nutcracker, not the 9 packer
Cracker-jacker, now who's the wacker ?
Stories to tell, it's the B before the L
A DE...... I got to excell
Rhymes and metaphors, I'm breakin' down doors
Without a cause and I hit you with 44s
Check the style, check the style, check the style
Put it on the decks for a while and smile
As I walk in your area
And if you're jumpin' on the bandwagon simple I bury ya
The more the merrier
Now bandwagon pros are get tin' much wearier
The nitty gritty rappers they ain't ready for the city
Showin' no sympathy, showin' no pity pity
You better go ahead and suck on a lolly pop
Don't let the lolly drop (.........)
Are you as dumb as you sound?
Eye to the wall, "EAR TO THE GROUND"

Keep it, check it for the VERDICT, you heard it
9 out of 10 said they preferred it
Hell bound, there it goes, make it loud
I walk alone, never movin' with a crowd
Sleep I'm lackin', shows I'm hijackin'
I got it goin' on good, them others are slackin'
Slippin', fiexin', confused, I'm fiippin'
You take a pill and forever you're trippin'
Bubblehead, double bed, trouble the bread and
Next thing you know it's aimed at your head
I think you better cut the loaf into slices
Check the prices, I'm Leo not Pisces
Mirror mirror on the wall who's the nicest
(not you 'cause you never dress smart)
I'm a fanatic, a lyrical activist
A soloist, I leave you in the mist
I leave you thinkin' what the heck is goin' on
It's kind of simple because I was born
T o be wild, don't bother stereotype me
What I might be is crazy at night G
You want the record then you better get it quick
It feels good to be a lunatic
It feels good to be a looney

Here's another chapter, it's you that I'm after
Vocal assassin, you're the duplicator
When I say see you later that's what I mean
I sound rough and others sound clean
I keep my records in a trunk
Go ahead and make my day punk
You got to have the style and will power
But you're comin' real happy like a sappy flower
Come on and take your best shot
I take your records and I stick 'em in a piss pot
(I'm about to put your life down 1, 2)
You're a clown and there ain't nothin' you can do
It feels good to be a lunatic
Mind your step or get broke like a damn stick
And I got myself a brand new hit list
I felt better when I started my business
Distributors can go to hell
Fry 'em in a pan and I cook 'em good and well
Hypocrite, kick the shit, make it fit, make it fit
And you'd be better off livin' in a snake pit
Heads or tails and another one fails
Put me in a cell and I'd be bustin' out of jails
Heads I'm crackin', it's you that I'm trackin' down
So get the hell out of this town
Long lastin', the stereo blastin'
Spells I'm castin', simply out lastin' 'em
And then the shit hits the fan
May the winner be the better man
Out to make profit, you never can stop it
Listen while I drop it, for the Hip Hop it
Lives forever more, I'm livin' the music
Lovin' the music, so I make the music
Skip, dive and socialize as I vocalize tracks
And I'm hangin' with maniacs
It feels good to be a lunatic
It feels good to be a looney

(2nd Jan.1993)