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Bar Food lyrics - Atmosphere

[Slug]
Do you guys have veggie burgers?
Yeah, can I get one of those?
Can you put bacon on it for me?

Once upon a time, one night next week
I hit the five-eight to get a bite to eat
I went inside, nobody here
but a couple guys at the bar holding beers
I sat down in the booth
I'll take a glass of grapefruit juice
Checking the selections
but I didn't get further than the mushroom Swiss burger
They said meat is murder, but I eat it
If it wasn't illegal, I'd eat people
As long as he used to walk
I'll take him with a side of the tater tots
I don't dine out a lot
I don't spend time out in general pop
And if I wasn't all alone at the spot
I'd probably order it to go in a styrofoam box
She brought me my sandwich
It came in a plastic basket
It's poison for my health
So you know I'm enjoying myself
But all of a sudden
The bar filled up with a herd of suburban bumpkins
No more personal space
Wish that they would all burst into flames
That's when I decided to get my revenge
I quietly got up, locked the doors
Went into the kitchen and popped the draws
Grabbed any knife in sight
Tonight everybody getting sacrificed, aight?
The whole south side heard them scream
Sent them to hell, felt like a dream
It was a gruesome bloodbath
Stabbed everyone, including the pub staff
Then I sparked a grill and went to town
Fried 'em all up and chowed 'em all down
After the feast, peace
Went home and fell asleep
Now I feel guilty, so in front of all of you
I'm ready to admit that I'm addicted to bar food

"Mhmm, this is a tasty burger"

Bob Seger lyrics - Atmosphere

[Hook]
My father's to the left of me
Move like the knight
My mama's to the right
Move the knight
Like everyone else, they're pointing
But nowhere feels quite right

[Verse 1:]
I pour a little more whiskey on them ice cubes
I’m tryna to get tipsy as a tugboat
Most of us gettin' lost in the night moves
The rest of us wanna watch from the front row
Come and look into the eyes of a landslide
Let me know if your recognize blood shot red
Not above passin' out in the cab ride
Wake me up when its time to unfuck my head
Whatchu know about a party
Y'all still tryna have some fun
Throw your hands up like it’s 2001
You wanna taste the teat, you want a place to sleep
But you need somebody else to come change the sheets
I hold composure, the snow will melt
The hope stays low cause I know myself
But I treat it like a test to keep me at my best
Rest in peace to Nekst

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I ain’t as cool as I used to be, leave me alone
I’m kinda blurry from the journey, man, my speakers are blown
Truthfully, I'd rather keep it in a zone
I could maneuver easily from the comfort of my home, but
Don’t ever let the headlights die
Stars only fall out of the dead night sky
The more I travel, the farther I see
The more it seems as if my shadow ain’t following me
Now everyone’s impressed with impressions
All of y'all dressed up in the finest flesh
I’m not tryin' to imply I’m on a different page
Similar traits, familiar face
I remember the days when I felt like fightin' it
Lost in the ways of my own self-righteousness
Feels like I’m still tryna find my fix
Before this lightning hits

[Hook]

By Your Side lyrics - Atmosphere

Y'all know I used to own a bar right
It was in El Paso I called it the hard life
If you step outside on a dark night
Check it out Juarez look like starlight

You goin think it sounds contrived 
But its just like how I describe
July in 2005 when the devil walked into my small little dive
She came inside and sat down
Whatever we see all types in that town
She kinda blended into the background
The waitress went over like what'll you have now
She asked for a whiskey coke
The waitress stood there lookin like a ghost
And then the devil cleared her throat
Lowered her voice and this is the quote she spoke

I love you you make me high
If you love me back I'll never say goodbye
I love you ain't no lie
If you love me back we could paint the sky
But we ain't gotta get into it tonight
Walk away if you afraid to try
But tell me what you wanna do with your life
Buz on the day you die I'll be on your side

Okay I guess so apparently my waitress is afraid of the devil
And could tell she felt unsettled go take a cigarette break get mellow
The whole bar got quiet seemed like everything went plush and dream like
I didn't know what to think but I kept my cool while I prepared that drink
Then I delivered her beverage
That'll be 2 dollars 50 cents miss
She didn't even pretend to flich
Just grabbed the glass took it straight to her lips
But I wasn't convinced it don't matter who you are I'm runnin a business
Fuck you pay me not includin the tip
She was lookin into the distance and said this

I love you you make me high
If you love me back I'll never say goodbye
I love you ain't no lie
If you love me back we could paint the sky
But we ain't gotta get into it tonight
Walk away if you afraid to try
But tell me what you wanna do with your life
Cuz on the day you die I'll be on your side

I know they call her lady luck
But she still gotta pay me up 
She tryina front over a couple of bucks
She can suck the straw that broke the camels hump

I bust my ass tryina touch some cash
Now I gotta come a put up with this trash
For what so I can eat these table scraps
Get old and hope I ain't gotta pay more tax
I started makin observations 
Lookin around the room watchin faces
Complaints have replaced my patience
I hate my life but I'm so complacent
This time gonna make some changes
Made my mind up to turn these pages
I pulled out the key to the place
Gave the bar to the devil then married the waitress

I love you you make me high
If you love me back I'll never say goodbye
I love you ain't no lie
If you love me back could paint the sky
But we ain't gotta get into it tonight
Walk away if you afraid to try
But tell me what you wanna do with your life
Until the day I die I'll be on your side

Minnesota Nice lyrics - Atmosphere

[Chorus:]
I don't wanna be, I service you with a smirk, (I smirk)
I don't wanna be, shoo you away like a fly! (Shoo fly!)
I don't wanna be, you may be bad, but I'm worse, (I'm so worse)
I don't wanna be, they call me Minnesota Nice!
I don't wanna be,

[Prof:]
I'm stayin fresh to death, mother fucker, check the kicks!
Pimpin 101, homes, what the lesson is.
Man you real ugly and she is worse,
Who wants to volunteer to leave?
Me first!
Smelling like a platypus feeling like a hippo,
See the girls scream as soon as I step out the limo.
Just because we share the same mic don't mean you nice either,
Really any shirt can be a wife beater.
There go Prof flexin on 'em again.
Follow a couple gorgeous women and I holler 'em in.
Take 'em to the dollar store or bar with the friends,
She'll be callin' again, you can call it a win!
All I do is do it, flossing in my Buick,
Prof get the club buck like, oh let's do it!
I grab a couple of bars, I'm living with a fist full,
Everybody are together now, blow the whistle.

[Mr. Gene Poole:]
It's official, I've been made aware of the ratio,
Now all I care about is gears and fellatio.
The soul of a man's career on your Casio,
Control your battle drones and fly you off the patio,
Everybody wants money off the microphone,
So they can dress corny and drop a Viper on some chrome.
But I'm the classiest beats or the trashiest,
I'm planet exists on the streets of Minneapolis.
And I'm the catalyst for world class lyricism,
Be glad that your chick is blast in this in her system!
She loves that rock hard rhythm presentation,
Fallen rap stars used to crash in her basement.
This year the flash dated six point five,
Head shots appear we're making this joint live
And affect once again my man.
Now show some respect and shake a gentleman's hand.

[Felipe Cuauhtli:]
Ah, I'm like a breath of fresh air,
Sexy mother fucker with that long ass hair.
I didn't mean to be tasteless,
Just thought I'd take a second to explain my greatness.
I'm an example of how to step your game up,
Aim up, when I'm out huntin' you lame ducks.
Ride through my hood entertaining your sister,
Bass bumpin old school solo-baric kickers
I'm trying to tell it like a T.I. Is,
I hope you catching on, what you know about this?
I'm so bad, like a single parent mommy with her hair all did,
But her kids is lookin' sloppy!
You can't stop me, broke the brakes on this Chevy,
Moving fast, try to catch the homie Sep Sevy
It's getting' heavy, hit the gym to take my weight up,
It's bigger than your block homeboy, so throw your state up.

[Slug:]
Came up the hard way and put my name up,
Now why would anybody wanna hate slug?
Straight up, your fake heart pumps snake blood!
Fuck you and the space you take up!
My eyes are red cause of life and death
I put my feet up on the table where they slice the bread!
Boast and brag til my toe gets tagged,
Old man swag with a grocery bag!
I go one for the road, two for the encore,
Couple more make you feel like you're holding down floor!
You ain't a whore, cause they make money,
You're just a bum with somebody's DNA on your tummy.
Ask your peers 'bout Atmosphere,
Went to the hell and got a souvenir rap career!
Now I walk into the place with the grace of a John Deer,
And then you're face got weird!

[Chorus:]
I don't wanna be, I service you with a smirk, (I smirk)
I don't wanna be, shoo you away like a fly! (Shoo fly!)
I don't wanna be, you may be bad, but I'm worse, (I'm so worse)
I don't wanna be, they call me Minnesota Nice!

"To All My Friends, Blood Makes The Blade Holy - The Atmosphere EP's" (2010)




Until The Nipples Gone Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Slug]
Ninety-nine bottles of ink on the wall
Stare at the stars, blink and they fall
Stand tall and shrink, small
Maybe they all fell asleep at the mall
Y'all not clear what to call a career
Stop the bus, I'm hopping off here
Get down, snuck and got near
Just to watch you drown in them crocodile tears
Dressed up all black with a clown mask
Shred the system, sound clash
Fall back when my feet touch ground
Hit the Heathrow tarmac like where the pound at?
Self-service, getting it to go
A lot of work for a little bit of dough
Wipe the dirt out the window of the soul
Fish with my pole from the middle of the snow
Still running, bound to build something
Even though we all surrounding by hills crumbling
Lil young'n, we kill assumption
Come hit us up, you wanna feel the function?
We proof of what you could do
if you would have took the lead to speak truth
You look cute little sheep in a wolf suit
Lost on a rook move, shoot
that sense of direction, misconception
Get your check and then skip the lesson
Get paranoid and collect protection
Get destroyed by the boy just stepped in
Ain't nobody gon' stay when the stack cracks
Nowadays they ain't tryna save a rat's ass
Hit the gas and mash past the trash
I wouldn't want it any other way and that's that
On this tit till it's going flat
When I'm gone you can taste my frozen tracks
My crew stay deep and we don't relax
Ain't going to sleep, too old for naps
They say go to hell if you're tryna fold some cash
Well ring the bell, there ain't no more class
Pot or smack, but don't know the facts
Spot is packed, who owns the map?
I'm not convinced, y'all overact
You're on the bench tryna choke the bat
I headline shows that they hoping that
I get mine, they can go cloak and dag'
You had the chance to hold me back
I still advance, fade slow to black
Y'all are just ants till it all collapse
Put both your hands up and throw me claps, c'mon

Clap, clap, clap, everybody clap
Clap, clap, clap your hands to what he's doing

We get 'em jumping around like a swarm of crickets
and that's ordinary normal business
And you trying to ignore the visit
But your girl's online bout to score some tickets
I was born a crumb, I'm a poor decision
I'll die a crumb, I'm sure it's written
But first I'ma smash over ornaments
and then bounce 'fore they announce the court's opinion
We all rapper rappers
We all wanna capture stature like any of it matters
Ass backwards and a lack of words
Only thing that you're killing me with is laughter
They used to cap and call me a backpacker
But they was mad I had my mack mastered
Went up the ladder and I seen the ants
So now I treat each track like it's the last chapter
Can't take it for granted, cause when it's done
I gotta subject my breath to the shit I've run
Gotta respect the mess I'm sitting on
So let's get it on until the nipple's gone

The Major Leagues Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Slug]
He started running down the middle of the street
Bare feet, looking like he needs a little to eat
Broad daylight, the school kids are laughing at him
It doesn't matter, he's battling a traffic jam
A Pacman tryna come up a quarter
Joystick, put your score in the corner
Running from the ghosts till you get that pill
Gotta hit the wall when you wanna stand still
He's used to sell crack, years back
I remember it was him and his weird fat cousin
The last ones that you would've guessed at it
Soundtrack was "Black Planet" and "Sex Packets"
A long time ago in a hood
that is still relatively close as the crow flies
No time to grieve or bleed
Tryna find a way to fulfill those needs

[Chorus: 2X]
Such temptation, what's the basis?
Cutthroat rages, tuck the razor
Stuck in a phase of must get paid here
Blood rush, raised up to the majors

[Slug]
I was living at my dad's crib
still a kid, when my best friend began to drift
So I guess I was a lame
cause I wasn't with the game, motherfuck cocaine
Yeah I know you didn't want to be broke
It's a common excuse for those that sold dope
If your momma had knew, I know she'd throw blows
Y'all moved here from Chicago to grow
You got a tool up inside of your coat
And you got no clue why you decided to smoke
I never even said goodbye to the bloke
I would see him around but never try to provoke
But here we are two decades later
I'm curious to see what the kingpin's days made of
You never got to be Scarface
Caught between a rock and a hard place
Maybe he got something to say to me
I have to patiently wait and see
Hoping that heaven has a vacancy for dope fiends
Cause I know he never made it to the major leagues

[Chorus: 2X]

Scalp Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Slug]
I sat down and put a fifty on the bar
A whisky and a beer, let's forget where we are
And keep 'em coming till I drink that whole grant up
Filling up that cup till I can't stand up
Look around, see what the room's got
Well there's Sunny by the jukebox
Grab my drinks, headed over to say peace
But had to think, do I owe him any late fees?
Wait up nah, I'm all paid up huh
Yeah I made it square last time I came up town
What up Sunny? {What up?} How's business?
{How you doing Sean? I ain't seen you in a couple of minutes}
Man I just been working and jerking
Tryna get the rent right and be perfect, how bout you?
{Oh you know how the same old game go
Hustle through the wind, rain, snow or tornado}
Yeah bro, spent time catching up
The bar tender kept the drinks fresh enough
Good conversation, no pretension
I drank up my whole fifty bucks and then some
It was getting close to last call
So I grabbed my coat and stood up like that's all
But Sunny say {Hold up Sean, it's your day
I need a favor, let me throw some money your way}
I sat back down in the booth
I said, I know your deal Sunny, what I gotta do?
He said {I'll give you three-five piece of the pie
If you pick up a package for me on the eastside tomorrow}
Three and a half for an hour and a half
Saint Paul and back's only ten dollars gas
Yeah I can handle, give me all the info
Only one thing though, I won't bring a pistol
{Hahahah} He laughed and said {It ain't like that
It's simple, grab the package and come right back
It's a tattoo shop, it's called...} Shhh don't snitch
{They some nice cats} Nice cats? {Cool as an icepack}
Well alright jack {Discretion is a must
Keep a hush, other than that I don't give a fuck}
Cool, I got this, it's done like dinner
And then I stepped out into the winter

I got behind the wheel of my vehicle
Streetlights shining on my face, you can see it glow
The rearview reflection got clearer
I starting talking to the image in the mirror
I said, you should go back in and decline
Sunny will understand, everything will be fine
Sean calm down, get a grip, you're tripping
I took a deep breath and put the key in the ignition
Stop being a bitch now, man up
Rolling down twenty-six with thoughts of handcuffs
Pulled out on Lyndale, killed by a couple of drunks
broad side of my pickup truck

The Best Day Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Slug]
I had a rough day, but that's life, it happens
Woke up on a dark side of my mattress
I guess I forgot to set my clock
Overslept, almost lost the job
Then to top it off, I'm kinda hungry
But can't eat till I find my money
It's in my wallet but my wallet ain't in my pocket
Can't remember the last time I saw it
And they don't want me in a bad mood
Afraid that it'll spread and everyone will catch an attitude
They got 'em all singing the same tone
Thinking I should go and start a fire in the break room
Co-workers make me sick
and the manager really ain't shit
But I can't quit, so I'm hiding in the basement
Holding onto to my face like fuck this place

[Chorus: 2X]
Every day can't be the best day
Do what you can right now, don't hesitate
That's why we try to make love and get paid
Take the bad with the good, now let's play

[Slug]
Hell naw, I ain't going to school
The teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
and all the kids mess with each other always all day
Class warfare up and down the hallways
And if you ain't popular
Nobody talks to ya, unless they mocking ya
Not even bus driver or the hall monitor
I might as well climb inside my locker huh
It's a bad day, bad week and a bad month
Don't nobody want to trade with my bag lunch
Someday I'ma be so cool
But for now I got cheap shoes, so I keep losing
Girls give no love to a poor man
It's a prison, the clock is warden
Man it won't get no better when I get home
So I listen to the voice in my headphones

[Chorus: 2X]

[Slug]
Can't dance with an upset stomach
The overdraft notices just kept coming
Somebody broke into the porch and stole a chair
Top of your head stopped growing hair
Broken glass, computer crashed
The car won't start and the tires went flat
Dog got loose, brought back a dead cat
Daughter found it and had a panic attack
Plus you ain't had sex in how long?
Afraid to admit that the fire's all gone
The better half is talking about separate
You wish you could take it back to yesterday
You not alone, it's hard as hell
But don't waste no time feeling sorry for self
We'll be right here with you through your war
Cause you're the one that we make this music for
Now turn it up

[Chorus: 2X]