Released: June 20, 2006

Featuring: Maimouna Youssef

Songwriter: Greg Webster Black Thought ?uestlove Kamal Gray Tahir Dice Raw Andrew Noland Claydes Smith Dennis “D.T.” Thomas Don Boyce George “Funky” Brown Junie Morrison Sugarfoot Marshall “Rock” Jones Marvin Pierce Norman Napier Ralph Middlebrooks Ricky West Robert “Kool” Bell Robert Spike Mickens

Producer: The Roots Tahir

[Hook 1: Maimouna Youssef]
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, 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 that holds 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 coming 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 making this paper from the prison
And that's the reason we living where they don't wanna visit
Where the dope slanging, keep swangin' like Sonny Liston
The money missing and there's mouths to feed
Get the brain kicking, thinking of a thousand things
Remember back in the days, when the kitchen had eggs
And pancakes, chicken and greens and Kool Aid?
When the refrigerator naked and the cupboard is bare
People got to strip naked, stick 'em up in the air
Was it lies when they told you wasn't nothing to fear?
Something don't feel right out here

[Hook 1: Maimouna Youssef]
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
Seems to me nowadays things have changed
I don't know if I feel the same

[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Look, my eyes open 'cause I'm really a watchman
And when I'm writing my thoughts out, really, I'm boxing
My main adversary any silly concoction
Freeze your face like botulinum toxin
If you ain't trying to get popped, then give me a option
Helicopters chopping from Philly to Compton
The Jones, the Richardsons, the Smiths and the Johnsons
If you ain't saying nothing, you the 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 seeking responses
I stand where the people got the heat in they pockets
You mesmerized by the calm nonchalantness
I spin a dark web on some John Hitchcock shit
If you ain't speaking your life, your rhyme's adopted
If it don't feel right, then stop it, you know what I'm saying?

[Hook 2: Maimouna Youssef]
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
Things don't feel right over here
Lately, I ain't been seeing it clear
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
Seems to me nowadays things have changed
I don't know if I feel the same

[Verse 3: Black Thought]
Yo, children working, weapon-producing
Natural disaster got the planet in a panic
We all got to make that living
Sex, drugs, murder, politics and religion
Forms of hustling, watch who you put all your trust in
Worldwide, we coincide with who suffering
Who never had shit and ain't got nothing
But more struggling, it makes you wanna run up in the motherfuckin'
Hot zone for a piece of the cake back
I can't work for it, I can certainly take that
I'm fired up, thinking about the payback, ASAP
You fuck around, be a enemy of the state, black
Ill, but that's too real for TV
It's crazy when you too real to be free
If you don't got no paper, then steal this CD
Listen, man, I'll let you know how it feel to be me

[Hook 2: Maimouna Youssef]
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
Things don't feel right over here
Lately I ain't been seeing it clear
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
Seems to me nowadays things have changed
I don't know if I feel the same

The Roots

The world’s premiere hip-hop band, The Roots were formed in Philadelphia in 1987 by MC Tariq “Black Thought” Trotter and drummer and bandleader Ahmir “Questlove” Thompson. Since those early days, the band has weathered changes in personnel and record labels while performing hundreds of shows a year and releasing a string of well-regarded (if not always top-selling) albums.

While the musicianship of Thompson and the other band members, as well as their seemingly limitless repertoire, gets most of the attention, real hip-hop fans know that the rapping skills of Black Thought (along with former group member Malik B.) are the group’s hidden weapon. Thought, one of the few MCs brave enough to go toe to toe with Big Pun, handles any groove the band throws at him with aplomb, style, and flash.

Today, The Roots are seen by millions every night as the house band on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon, a move that has given the group the chance to indulge its not-insignificant comic side.