Feelin’ Myself – Decoding the Bravado in Modern Hip-Hop


You can view the lyrics, alternate interprations and sheet music for will.i.am's Feelin' Myself at Lyrics.org.
Article Contents:
  1. Music Video
  2. Lyrics
  3. Song Meaning
  4. The Bling Chronicles: Material Wealth as a Measure of Self-Worth
  5. Peering into the Mirror: An Exercise in Self-Glorification
  6. The Power Play: Asserting Dominance Through Lyrical Dexterity
  7. A Hidden Meaning: The Societal Critique Veiled by Glamour
  8. The Language of the Club: Creating Anthems for the Nightlife Niche

Lyrics

I be everywhere everybody know me
Super, super fresh with a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy keep the chickens in check
All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get ahead
I just give her beats, I don’t give her bread
‘Cause we be in the club
Bottles on deck and god dammit, god dammit I’m feelin’ myself
‘Cause I’m gon’ get it all
And I’m a throw it up like god dammit, god dammit I’m feelin’ myself
Look up in the mirror, the mirror look at me
The mirror be like baby you the shit god dammit
You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god dammit
You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the shit

I be everywhere, everybody know me
Catch me in the club hundred bottles on me
I get busy like a one liner
In the drop getting head baby never mind
We gettin’ money why you playing with it
Pool in the crib you could land a water plane in it
Slick Rick looking at the mirror
Big Daddy Kane bitch Like Shakira
1.5 custom made car
Me and Will table looking like the bar
I love bad bitches that’s my fuckin’ problem
And I don’t give a fuck that’s my fuckin’ problem

And I don’t give a fuck that’s my whole M.O
I rock the whole globe with no problemo
Been rocking coats since my first demo
And now I’m banging hoes in the continental
And I done seen me slidin’ out my dope ride
I open up the doors, suicide
I came from the bottom, the sewer side
I made it to the top ‘Cause I do it fly
Feelin’ fuckin’ lucky like the fuckin’ Irish
I see the whole game from my third Iris
I tour the whole word like a dirty pirate
To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus

Now everybody trippin’ like they poppin’ molly
Up in the club, is where you can find me
I do it real big never do it tiny
If you about that bullshit please don’t remind me
I step in this motherfucker just to make it work
I get on the floor just to make that booty twerk
Shake, shake that ass like a, like an expert
Shake, shake that ass like a, like an expert

I be everywhere everybody know me
Super, super fresh with a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy keep the chickens in check
All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she give me head
I just give her beats, I don’t give her bread
‘Cause we be in the club
Bottles on deck and god dammit, god dammit I’m feelin’ myself
‘Cause I’m gon’ get it all
And I’m a throw it up like god dammit, god dammit I’m feelin’ myself
Look up in the mirror, the mirror look at me
The mirror be like baby you the shit god dammit
You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god dammit
You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the shit

Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist
Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist
Women of in your dreams sleep in my bed
So I don’t need your brains I need my ass kissed
But all my homies like give me some head
Smoke joints till our eyes turn Indian red
Takes shots till our chests burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this let’s get it started
The bigger the bill, the bigger you ball
The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star
The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you already know
The bigger the bank that’s more hoes, nigga
And I done spent a quarter milli on clothes
Coppin’ them old schools and puttin’ foreigns on the road
Real talk and if my fuel get low
I roll up another joint take a shot and reload, pow

I be everywhere everybody know me
Super, super fresh with a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy keep the chickens in check
All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get ahead
I just give her beats, I don’t give her bread
‘Cause we be in the club
Bottles on deck and god dammit, god dammit I’m feelin’ myself
‘Cause I’m gon’ get it all
And I’m a throw it up like god dammit, god dammit I’m feelin’ myself
Look up in the mirror, the mirror look at me
The mirror be like baby you the shit god dammit
You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god dammit
You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the shit yes sire

Full Lyrics

At the crossroads of sheer self-assurance and bombastic bravado lies will.i.am’s track ‘Feelin’ Myself’. This track, featuring a cavalcade of high-profile collaborations, stands as a modern anthem of self-celebration and the materialistic apex of success in hip-hop culture.

Diving into the lyrics reveals not just a laundry list of luxuries and conquests but an intricate play of ego, the role of materialism in self-identity, and the reflection of society’s values in the larger-than-life mirror of will.i.am’s rap persona.

The Bling Chronicles: Material Wealth as a Measure of Self-Worth

will.i.am doesn’t hold back in flaunting his extravagant lifestyle, replete with ‘Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck.’ The repetition of luxury brands and expensive tastes paints a picture of success in the most ostentatious terms possible. It’s a trope commonly found in hip-hop, but will.i.am does it with particular flair, making it clear that these items are not just accessories but extensions of his identity.

This portion of the song serves a dual purpose. On one hand, it is a straightforward celebration of wealth and the trappings that come along with it. On the other, it reflects a societal value system that equates possessions with achievements, pushing listeners to question whether self-worth should be measured in carats and keys.

Peering into the Mirror: An Exercise in Self-Glorification

The look in the mirror and the subsequent response ‘baby you the shit god dammit’ isn’t just a line—it’s a ritual. The mirror serves as both audience and confidant, reflecting both the physical and psychological. It’s a moment of introspection taken to the realm of overconfidence, where the artist’s own validation is the only one that matters.

But there’s something more complex happening here. By conversing with his reflection, will.i.am is arguably engaging with his public persona, acknowledging the sometimes-yawning gap between the self that is seen and the self that is known. This interplay is a clever nod to the performativity of identity, especially within the entertainment industry.

The Power Play: Asserting Dominance Through Lyrical Dexterity

‘I get busy like a one liner’ is not just a boast about will.i.am’s ability to turn heads in a club. It’s a testament to his skill with words, his ability to encapsulate complex thoughts in concise, powerful bursts. It’s an assertion that he’s as much a master of lyrics as he is of the beats that carry them.

This dominance is reinforced through rhythm and rhyme, with will.i.am rattling off achievements and brags with the ease of someone who’s convinced they have nothing left to prove. Yet, the bravado underscores an ever-present need to assert one’s place in the hierarchy of hip-hop—a genre built on lyrical battles for supremacy.

A Hidden Meaning: The Societal Critique Veiled by Glamour

The mantra ‘I don’t give a fuck that’s my fuckin’ problem’ could be easily dismissed as just another edgy, carefree proclamation. But when dissected, this line—and others like it—offer a glimpse into the psyche of not just the artist, but a generation. The blunt rejection of concern is a rebellion against the pressures and expectations of a hyper-critical, success-driven society.

Furthermore, by repeatedly mentioning drugs and alcohol consumption, will.i.am calls attention to the coping mechanisms often used by those in the relentless public eye or by those trying to emulate their heroes. It suggests a subtle commentary on the excess and escapism that permeate our culture as ways to feel ‘alright’ in a world of constant comparison and competition.

The Language of the Club: Creating Anthems for the Nightlife Niche

Each verse of ‘Feelin’ Myself’ is loaded with what can only be termed as ‘the language of the club’—a lingo that’s high-octane, impulsive, and dripped in sweat and swagger. will.i.am isn’t just narrating a lifestyle; he’s crafting an atmosphere, materializing the very essence of nightlife culture in his lines.

‘I step in this motherfucker just to make it work / I get on the floor just to make that booty twerk’ isn’t mere celebration of dance; it signifies a command over the energy of a space, the ability to transform mood and motion with the charisma of presence and rhythm. It’s a powerful declaration of the transformative role music and the artist can play in the ritual of release and revelry.

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