| Song | Feels So Good |
| Artist | 311 |
| Album | Live |
| Lyrics：Hexum/Martinez Music：Hexum/Sexton | |
| Well everybodys got an opinion thats loud and unbending | |
| I spend my time healing and mending, together | |
| It's a question of whether live positive well i give | |
| P-Nut joins our back, must be arthritic | |
| Tim is from the '70's and so we live it | |
| SA has the wisdom of a nobel laureate | |
| I'm down for our days of glory | |
| It's easy to do when you're up with Sexton | |
| A rhythmatic genius, turnin' up the next one | |
| Would you know, you're a bro, I flow in that circumstance | |
| You'll get your chance | |
| Becuase payback is a motherfuckin' mission | |
| To the sharp-ass rocks slippin' on us but we rock | |
| It comes to writing on us derision | |
| Sendin you a voice now we're sending you a vision | |
| And those who fought me they say they taught me everything I know | |
| I go awwww, when I hear that, that chit and that chat, bullshit! | |
| So sick of me knowing everything, saying! | |
| In your face | |
| That's right | |
| And it feels so good | |
| In your face | |
| Yeah | |
| It feels so good | |
| Take it to 'em bro, throw down, now say | |
| Settin' forth a course I'm really wiggin' out | |
| In my dome I roam, no time to doubt | |
| Fucked up you right there while I was rhymin' | |
| Now you're sulking in the corner, a baby crying | |
| Hittin' up now we feelin' to rock Mars | |
| Fuckin' up the shit, now their heads bob | |
| We ain't new to jack swing, the groove and that | |
| We got crazy factiffs and we all that | |
| I don't often rock and I'm a laureate | |
| I don't pull the punch you know I'm throwin' it | |
| Freestyles my style on the mic and flex | |
| You're stalkin' the mind of a punk that's next | |
| I get retarded now that I started you know | |
| A condition which I keep close together | |
| Like the kind buds you know my scene | |
| My team thinks I sing supreme, but you, the weasel, | |
| Try to bring us down but in reality it make you look like a clown | |
| Too bad cause we'll be sittin' in the sun and choose a rocky ass fast ball | |
| In your face | |
| That's right | |
| And it feels so good | |
| Choose a lock y'all | |
| In your face | |
| Yeah | |
| It feels so good | |
| Yo P-Nut, beat that thing | |
| Won't you warm the mic Nicholas | |
| Can't get with this my stream of conscieceness is a sea | |
| Much like Bukowski with a rage | |
| Speakin' to page | |
| Beasts in the cage | |
| Jumpin' off the stage | |
| Divin' | |
| Thrivin' | |
| Strive for a better day SA | |
| Beat back by flesh | |
| Shattered doors braggin' fists to the sky we're feelin' high | |
| Has to live and die | |
| Just take a moment to have a fit once in a while | |
| You know, you know | |
| I do it daily and like it but that's my style, yeah, here I go | |
| In your face | |
| And dow your throat | |
| And it feels so good | |
| 'fraid so | |
| Fuck it up y'all | |
| In you face | |
| And down your throat | |
| It feels so good | |
| That's all |
| Lyrics: Hexum Martinez Music: Hexum Sexton | |
| Well everybodys got an opinion thats loud and unbending | |
| I spend my time healing and mending, together | |
| It' s a question of whether live positive well i give | |
| PNut joins our back, must be arthritic | |
| Tim is from the ' 70' s and so we live it | |
| SA has the wisdom of a nobel laureate | |
| I' m down for our days of glory | |
| It' s easy to do when you' re up with Sexton | |
| A rhythmatic genius, turnin' up the next one | |
| Would you know, you' re a bro, I flow in that circumstance | |
| You' ll get your chance | |
| Becuase payback is a motherfuckin' mission | |
| To the sharpass rocks slippin' on us but we rock | |
| It comes to writing on us derision | |
| Sendin you a voice now we' re sending you a vision | |
| And those who fought me they say they taught me everything I know | |
| I go awwww, when I hear that, that chit and that chat, bullshit! | |
| So sick of me knowing everything, saying! | |
| In your face | |
| That' s right | |
| And it feels so good | |
| In your face | |
| Yeah | |
| It feels so good | |
| Take it to ' em bro, throw down, now say | |
| Settin' forth a course I' m really wiggin' out | |
| In my dome I roam, no time to doubt | |
| Fucked up you right there while I was rhymin' | |
| Now you' re sulking in the corner, a baby crying | |
| Hittin' up now we feelin' to rock Mars | |
| Fuckin' up the shit, now their heads bob | |
| We ain' t new to jack swing, the groove and that | |
| We got crazy factiffs and we all that | |
| I don' t often rock and I' m a laureate | |
| I don' t pull the punch you know I' m throwin' it | |
| Freestyles my style on the mic and flex | |
| You' re stalkin' the mind of a punk that' s next | |
| I get retarded now that I started you know | |
| A condition which I keep close together | |
| Like the kind buds you know my scene | |
| My team thinks I sing supreme, but you, the weasel, | |
| Try to bring us down but in reality it make you look like a clown | |
| Too bad cause we' ll be sittin' in the sun and choose a rocky ass fast ball | |
| In your face | |
| That' s right | |
| And it feels so good | |
| Choose a lock y' all | |
| In your face | |
| Yeah | |
| It feels so good | |
| Yo PNut, beat that thing | |
| Won' t you warm the mic Nicholas | |
| Can' t get with this my stream of conscieceness is a sea | |
| Much like Bukowski with a rage | |
| Speakin' to page | |
| Beasts in the cage | |
| Jumpin' off the stage | |
| Divin' | |
| Thrivin' | |
| Strive for a better day SA | |
| Beat back by flesh | |
| Shattered doors braggin' fists to the sky we' re feelin' high | |
| Has to live and die | |
| Just take a moment to have a fit once in a while | |
| You know, you know | |
| I do it daily and like it but that' s my style, yeah, here I go | |
| In your face | |
| And dow your throat | |
| And it feels so good | |
| ' fraid so | |
| Fuck it up y' all | |
| In you face | |
| And down your throat | |
| It feels so good | |
| That' s all |