[V1]
These warehouse wages kill the end's introduction
Man, I shoulda' shchooled it up when I was younger, shoulda' stuck to plan
Always had the dreams of bein' more self-assertive
And my kid's a teenager now, he needs the health insurance
So break my body, break-break my soul down
Just another zombie walkin' blindly through ya ghost town
Pull up to the bar to politic and tap the power
Ain't nobody really all that jolly at your happy hour
But I don't wanna go home yet
So I'ma talk to my cigarette and that television set
It doesn't matter what brand or station
Anything to take away from the current situation
No overtime pay, no holiday
Months behind on everything but the lottery
Winter 'round the corner, guaranteein' that my car dies
Wifey havin' trouble tryna juggle both the part-times
My cup ain't close to filled up
We tryna build up so we could have enough
And when I finally get the color, won't be nothin' else to paint on
A friend of mine tried to kill himself to the same song
[V2]
My better half is mad at makin' magic outta can goods
My tax bracket status got her questionin' my manhood
My shorty got caught smokin' weed at a concert
And if I smack 'em everybody treats me like a monster
My neighbors ain't doin' much better
And we makin' competition instead of stickin' together
Can't save no nest egg, in fact this nest is rented
In fact that rent is late, wait
The money ain't here, the raise ain't comin'
Just me and my son and that crazy woman
And those bartenders, this whole fuckin' country
Got everybody swallowin' that lunch meat
Maybe we could speed up the process
Kill me in my thirties in the name of progress
Put me in the dirt and then change the topic
Sometimes seems like the only way to stop it
Contemplate my departure date
Doesn't take a lot to get a lot of us to talk this way
Take a shot at me, that's all I'm obligated for
Apparently my only guarantee is a walk-away
[Outro x2]
The only guarantee in life
Is a life worth dyin' for
Cause death don't wait for no one
It's sittin' on yo front door
Me Lyrics – Atmosphere
Yeah, the child in the mirror was homely
So he learned early on how to switch into low-key
Little person, observant and accurate
Grew the skills to argue and the passion to back it with
Kick over the blocks just to rebuild them
'Cause mom and pop used to pop, sound familiar?
Daddy had to leave, but Mama kept hurting
So we stepped up to help be an anger and a burden
And right around the same time
Started noticing girls, but they wouldn't pay him any mind
And if they ever did, he got nervous
You should of seen him practice on his hand for his first kiss
Even though he was too young to hunt and gather
Hungry puppy had to learn how to front and swagger
It didn't matter, it was all self-esteem
At 16, you only needed one on your team
And mom and dad was never getting back together
So he was on some "Baby, we gonna make it last forever"
Basically married right out of high school
Five years of getting high and fighting at a drive-thru
And when he hit 21, they made a son
But on his 22nd birthday, the relationship was done
Now he's got a best friend instead of a wife
But he feels like he stole the best years of her life
After that, it was one co-dependant to the next
A lot of love, a lot of hate and a little bit of great sex
Self-learning in between the self-loathing
Strangled in a cycle, can't feel yourself choking
Some of them would overlap, some of them would double-back
None of them deserved to be exposed to all the trouble that he posed
Strike one? Not even out of fear
He don't even do rough sex, you bite him and he's out of here
Make no mistake he puts the man in manipulate
And he's attracted to the women that reciprocate
Y'all can kick karma 'till it's getting late
Until Mama's little drama is the topic of the big debate
And now a days the confidence is off the page
'Cause women are attracted to that clown on the stage
He's only in town for a handful of hours
But Repunzel want to come down and dance in the flowers
Want to make a smile? want to make a laugh?
Want to make up for the mistakes in the past?
Want to act like he doesn't know better
If payback's a bitch he'll be in debt forever
Insecure, impatient
Temporary gratification, self-validation
That's what its made of it's all true
And it's the only reason that he's even talking to you
[Chorus x2]
You can try to fix my broken wings
You can know all the words to the songs I sing
But you don't need to know what's wrong with me
Unless you think you're gonna come home with me
[Chorus x2]
So he learned early on how to switch into low-key
Little person, observant and accurate
Grew the skills to argue and the passion to back it with
Kick over the blocks just to rebuild them
'Cause mom and pop used to pop, sound familiar?
Daddy had to leave, but Mama kept hurting
So we stepped up to help be an anger and a burden
And right around the same time
Started noticing girls, but they wouldn't pay him any mind
And if they ever did, he got nervous
You should of seen him practice on his hand for his first kiss
Even though he was too young to hunt and gather
Hungry puppy had to learn how to front and swagger
It didn't matter, it was all self-esteem
At 16, you only needed one on your team
And mom and dad was never getting back together
So he was on some "Baby, we gonna make it last forever"
Basically married right out of high school
Five years of getting high and fighting at a drive-thru
And when he hit 21, they made a son
But on his 22nd birthday, the relationship was done
Now he's got a best friend instead of a wife
But he feels like he stole the best years of her life
After that, it was one co-dependant to the next
A lot of love, a lot of hate and a little bit of great sex
Self-learning in between the self-loathing
Strangled in a cycle, can't feel yourself choking
Some of them would overlap, some of them would double-back
None of them deserved to be exposed to all the trouble that he posed
Strike one? Not even out of fear
He don't even do rough sex, you bite him and he's out of here
Make no mistake he puts the man in manipulate
And he's attracted to the women that reciprocate
Y'all can kick karma 'till it's getting late
Until Mama's little drama is the topic of the big debate
And now a days the confidence is off the page
'Cause women are attracted to that clown on the stage
He's only in town for a handful of hours
But Repunzel want to come down and dance in the flowers
Want to make a smile? want to make a laugh?
Want to make up for the mistakes in the past?
Want to act like he doesn't know better
If payback's a bitch he'll be in debt forever
Insecure, impatient
Temporary gratification, self-validation
That's what its made of it's all true
And it's the only reason that he's even talking to you
[Chorus x2]
You can try to fix my broken wings
You can know all the words to the songs I sing
But you don't need to know what's wrong with me
Unless you think you're gonna come home with me
[Chorus x2]
Wild Wild Horses Lyrics – Atmosphere
He knew he wasn't perfect
But he always did his best to try to get under the surface
Not a saint, not a serpent
He just wanted everyone to be impressed with him as a person
So when she came along with the sunbeam
Self-esteem stopped making nothing out of somethings
Leaving the scene was unseen, I mean
It was the first time he ever felt the need to keep the gun clean
Do the math, he knew he had to choose a path
Got to get that girl, got to make her laugh
Got to shake the past and move forwards
Got to make this last, it feels gorgeous
But she had a lover in the mid-west
Never figured out how to get him off her thick chest
Just like that, everything is gone
He didn't want to but he had to learn the words so he could sing along
[Chorus]
Everything is all I have to give you
And I'm afraid it ain't enough
And you're not so young that you believe me
Just because I say it's love
And even if they come to steal you tomorrow
I'll know my smile was yours
Go ahead and chase your dreams and your freedom
Run, run wild wild horses
You can't tame these horses
You can't tame these horses, no
You can't tame these horses
You can't tame these horses
Sometimes it can be so nice, right?
Sometimes she feel herself turn into the wife type
And when it's dark, sometimes sees the nightlife
But most of the time she doesn't even feel lifelike
She got a man but he thinks he's a star
And it feels like she has to compete with the bar
She keeps up her guard but it seems so hard
Momma never told her she would see those scars
Every night he's out doing who knows whom
While she cries along like a new show tune
Last call past, is he coming home soon?
Or is he going to run away with the dish and the spoon?
She'll realize she don't want that clown
Leave those shoes at the lost and found
He won't catch on until she's not around
After somebody else already locked that down
(We sing)
[Chorus]
He didn't want her to see him leave
And he couldn't keep sitting there watching her sleep
Cause he knows if he hangs out for a few hours
He'll dig another hole, trying to plant some new flowers
But the sun don't shine under the table
He's trying to hold his life together with staples
No investment cause he's incapable
And he's on the outro of being labeled available
The word on the street is his girl's coming back home
No more alone, no more sad poems
No after-bar calls to the cell phone
It's time to walk a new path and grow a backbone
Shoved into the big book of just friends
Wondering how he would look as a husband
And everyone of them he ever allowed to love him
Now watching from the crowd trying to be proud of him
(They say)
[Chorus]
But he always did his best to try to get under the surface
Not a saint, not a serpent
He just wanted everyone to be impressed with him as a person
So when she came along with the sunbeam
Self-esteem stopped making nothing out of somethings
Leaving the scene was unseen, I mean
It was the first time he ever felt the need to keep the gun clean
Do the math, he knew he had to choose a path
Got to get that girl, got to make her laugh
Got to shake the past and move forwards
Got to make this last, it feels gorgeous
But she had a lover in the mid-west
Never figured out how to get him off her thick chest
Just like that, everything is gone
He didn't want to but he had to learn the words so he could sing along
[Chorus]
Everything is all I have to give you
And I'm afraid it ain't enough
And you're not so young that you believe me
Just because I say it's love
And even if they come to steal you tomorrow
I'll know my smile was yours
Go ahead and chase your dreams and your freedom
Run, run wild wild horses
You can't tame these horses
You can't tame these horses, no
You can't tame these horses
You can't tame these horses
Sometimes it can be so nice, right?
Sometimes she feel herself turn into the wife type
And when it's dark, sometimes sees the nightlife
But most of the time she doesn't even feel lifelike
She got a man but he thinks he's a star
And it feels like she has to compete with the bar
She keeps up her guard but it seems so hard
Momma never told her she would see those scars
Every night he's out doing who knows whom
While she cries along like a new show tune
Last call past, is he coming home soon?
Or is he going to run away with the dish and the spoon?
She'll realize she don't want that clown
Leave those shoes at the lost and found
He won't catch on until she's not around
After somebody else already locked that down
(We sing)
[Chorus]
He didn't want her to see him leave
And he couldn't keep sitting there watching her sleep
Cause he knows if he hangs out for a few hours
He'll dig another hole, trying to plant some new flowers
But the sun don't shine under the table
He's trying to hold his life together with staples
No investment cause he's incapable
And he's on the outro of being labeled available
The word on the street is his girl's coming back home
No more alone, no more sad poems
No after-bar calls to the cell phone
It's time to walk a new path and grow a backbone
Shoved into the big book of just friends
Wondering how he would look as a husband
And everyone of them he ever allowed to love him
Now watching from the crowd trying to be proud of him
(They say)
[Chorus]
Can't Break Lyrics – Atmosphere
He wanted to make a difference be understood right?
Wanted to go the distance wanted to live that good life
Put some work on that wood jumped and took flight
Left his hand writin' in that book what that look like?
Happy mess is the reach touch and manifest it
Caught between respect your momma
And them battle weapons
Lost your adolescence at them intersections
Spread them wings
And you're gonna need some landin' lessons
The sun is gonna burn them feathers
Lost track of time tryin' to ride the bender
Used to have an agenda but really why remember?
Doesn't matter when your head's in
A bottle somewhere in tribeca
Or maybe you sedate it up in silverlake
Cheatin' fate first rate feelin' great
Tryin' to turn a first date
Into a friendly game of kill the snake
Can't wait to get her face against a pillow case
Progress that came with a cost
Rejoice for the rain that will wash
Multiple choice you can stay on that cross
Or grab it by the arms and break 'em off
The wheels are stopped done so let me off
Deal the cards but already lost
Kill me now just to get applause
Steal the shot run and set it off
I feel and i fear and i want and i can't break away
If they buy it for you how you not gonna drink it?
If they fry it for you how you not gonna eat it?
If they throw it to you how you not gonna hold it?
Touch it taste it love it and f**k with it a moment?
Every city's the same scene gangrene
Vampire's lookin' at your veins fangs craving
Interchangeable hair similar name jeans
Faux-made take charge and late start playthings
It ain't harder to tell
They rebel to celebrate the day their martyr had fell
Now meet him at the bar 'cause it's part of the sell
Felt at peace leavin' pieces of his heart at hotels
Stepped in with his next new best friend
On the bed's edge loadin' up on the weapon
Tryin' to win big all bets in
Now pull the bedspread back and pop that essence
The wheels are stopped done so let me off
Deal the cards but already lost
Kill me now just to get applause
Steal the shot run and set it off
I feel and i fear and i want
And i can't breakaway.
Wanted to go the distance wanted to live that good life
Put some work on that wood jumped and took flight
Left his hand writin' in that book what that look like?
Happy mess is the reach touch and manifest it
Caught between respect your momma
And them battle weapons
Lost your adolescence at them intersections
Spread them wings
And you're gonna need some landin' lessons
The sun is gonna burn them feathers
Lost track of time tryin' to ride the bender
Used to have an agenda but really why remember?
Doesn't matter when your head's in
A bottle somewhere in tribeca
Or maybe you sedate it up in silverlake
Cheatin' fate first rate feelin' great
Tryin' to turn a first date
Into a friendly game of kill the snake
Can't wait to get her face against a pillow case
Progress that came with a cost
Rejoice for the rain that will wash
Multiple choice you can stay on that cross
Or grab it by the arms and break 'em off
The wheels are stopped done so let me off
Deal the cards but already lost
Kill me now just to get applause
Steal the shot run and set it off
I feel and i fear and i want and i can't break away
If they buy it for you how you not gonna drink it?
If they fry it for you how you not gonna eat it?
If they throw it to you how you not gonna hold it?
Touch it taste it love it and f**k with it a moment?
Every city's the same scene gangrene
Vampire's lookin' at your veins fangs craving
Interchangeable hair similar name jeans
Faux-made take charge and late start playthings
It ain't harder to tell
They rebel to celebrate the day their martyr had fell
Now meet him at the bar 'cause it's part of the sell
Felt at peace leavin' pieces of his heart at hotels
Stepped in with his next new best friend
On the bed's edge loadin' up on the weapon
Tryin' to win big all bets in
Now pull the bedspread back and pop that essence
The wheels are stopped done so let me off
Deal the cards but already lost
Kill me now just to get applause
Steal the shot run and set it off
I feel and i fear and i want
And i can't breakaway.
The Waitress Lyrics – Atmosphere
[Slug - Verse 1]
A city full of people and my favorite is that waitress
And she treats me like some type of common vagrant
I see her everyday, but there's nothing to say
Unless I decide to step inside of that cafe
I only get to sit if I buy something to eat
Otherwise it's best to keep my feet moving down that street
And god damn she's a hard bitch
Talks at me like I'm the bad dog that got into the garbage
Yeah I know that the toilet is for customers
You ain't got to tangle up the strings to make this puppet work
It doesn't have to be a game of patty cake
But it ain't like you don't know I sleep in that alleyway
And by the way, I can see it in your eyes
You're angry with your life, not a stranger to the fight
I bet you hate every man that you date
And you're probably addicted to all types of escape
You take it out on me that you're all alone
When you know you got your own closet full of hollow bones
Watch the tone when you speak to old folks
I'm grown, just trying to get out of this Minnesota cold
[Spoken]
Look lady, I'm homeless, I'm crazy
I'm so hopeless I'm suicidal daily
If you and I can't co-exist, let's fake it
Cause I ain't got the energy it takes for this relationship
[Slug - Verse 2]
I'm waiting for a city bus to flatten me
And transport me to the ever after happily
Maybe reincarnated with luck
Come back to Earth as a cockroach in your tip cup
She said she's had it up to here
She's gonna call authorities if I don't disappear
I love her threats, it rejuvenates my breath
I give her stress for the reaction that it gets
I got a pocket full of clean, handled money
On a cup of bad coffee and a stale honey bun
In front of everyone she calls me bum
But she notices my absence on them afternoons I don't come
So here I am, thorn in her hip
Holding down the corner table all morning with some corn chips
Ignoring the insults and evil eyes
I feed off of 'em, I wonder when she'll realize
That she's the only reason I visit
The only woman in my world that acknowledges my existence
And if my ship ever comes, I'll miss it
Because I'm getting old and I ain't got much left to give it
So there it is and I have to live with it
I had the chance to make a difference, but I didn't
In the cafe bathroom drinking free tap water
Thinking: "Damn, I should've been a better father to my daughter"
A city full of people and my favorite is that waitress
And she treats me like some type of common vagrant
I see her everyday, but there's nothing to say
Unless I decide to step inside of that cafe
I only get to sit if I buy something to eat
Otherwise it's best to keep my feet moving down that street
And god damn she's a hard bitch
Talks at me like I'm the bad dog that got into the garbage
Yeah I know that the toilet is for customers
You ain't got to tangle up the strings to make this puppet work
It doesn't have to be a game of patty cake
But it ain't like you don't know I sleep in that alleyway
And by the way, I can see it in your eyes
You're angry with your life, not a stranger to the fight
I bet you hate every man that you date
And you're probably addicted to all types of escape
You take it out on me that you're all alone
When you know you got your own closet full of hollow bones
Watch the tone when you speak to old folks
I'm grown, just trying to get out of this Minnesota cold
[Spoken]
Look lady, I'm homeless, I'm crazy
I'm so hopeless I'm suicidal daily
If you and I can't co-exist, let's fake it
Cause I ain't got the energy it takes for this relationship
[Slug - Verse 2]
I'm waiting for a city bus to flatten me
And transport me to the ever after happily
Maybe reincarnated with luck
Come back to Earth as a cockroach in your tip cup
She said she's had it up to here
She's gonna call authorities if I don't disappear
I love her threats, it rejuvenates my breath
I give her stress for the reaction that it gets
I got a pocket full of clean, handled money
On a cup of bad coffee and a stale honey bun
In front of everyone she calls me bum
But she notices my absence on them afternoons I don't come
So here I am, thorn in her hip
Holding down the corner table all morning with some corn chips
Ignoring the insults and evil eyes
I feed off of 'em, I wonder when she'll realize
That she's the only reason I visit
The only woman in my world that acknowledges my existence
And if my ship ever comes, I'll miss it
Because I'm getting old and I ain't got much left to give it
So there it is and I have to live with it
I had the chance to make a difference, but I didn't
In the cafe bathroom drinking free tap water
Thinking: "Damn, I should've been a better father to my daughter"
In Her Music Box Lyrics – Atmosphere
She had a bad dream in the back seat
Same one as yesterday
Same one as last week
Surrounded by her favorite favorites
Elmo, Barbie, her purple baby blanket
And that little Matchbox it looks just like Dad's car
It's fast on the leather, pretends its NASCAR
It jumps over Elmo 'cause it can fly that far
With Daddy in the front seat frontin' like a Rap star
And Girl oh Girl, Daddy's the greatest
He knows the words
To everything on the radio play list
He fakes the accents, even makes all the faces
And when he raises his voice
It makes her feel like he's famous
Yeah Poppa got his lean on, a mean one
Weavin' down the Lake Street tryin' to get his seen on
Stoppin' the whip to say somethin' out the window
Bobbin' his head to the beat on the radio
Good Daddy won't smoke no weed
Until the bass cradles her back to sleep
Then he can stake his mack while she takes a nap
To the sweet pretty sound of the gangster rap
Shh, the high hats are angel's voices
They keep her distracted
From the stranger's voices
Escape is a paradox
Because her childhood is locked in that music box
Daddies drive around, Mommies work nightshift
Sweet dreams, sleep little precious
Lay down in that music box
Escape in the sound of that music box
Yeah, Daddy knows people he's important
The guy with the suit and tie they see at the court
And it seems like he ain't tryin' to talk to police
But at the car wash they treat him
Like the star that she sees
They like Poppa's big wheels
And the lollipop she gets
Makes her feel like a big deal
Not allowed to have it yet, gotta sit still
Like the toy that she knows is gonna come
With the Kid's Meal
She loves drive through food
Health conscious Dad, he buys her the juice
A little sip a soda builds the pride
Go ahead Baby Girl don't spill those fries
Nuh-Uh Poppa can't roll a messy office
Compulsive in the way
She lay them napkins all across the seat
Never puts her feet on the upholstery
Just kicks 'em side to side to the beat on the radio
She sings along like Dad does
She knows all the words but leaves out the bad ones
Except bitch, she always says the word bitch
Because it makes her Daddy laugh, it's her magic trick
And when Daddy picks Mommy up they fight
They fight about money, they fight about life
So she concentrates so so hard on the music
And loses herself inside of the bass and the movement
Daddies drive around, Mommies work nightshift
Sweet dreams, sleep little precious
Lay down in that music box
Escape in the sound of that music box
Turn that Buick off
Same one as yesterday
Same one as last week
Surrounded by her favorite favorites
Elmo, Barbie, her purple baby blanket
And that little Matchbox it looks just like Dad's car
It's fast on the leather, pretends its NASCAR
It jumps over Elmo 'cause it can fly that far
With Daddy in the front seat frontin' like a Rap star
And Girl oh Girl, Daddy's the greatest
He knows the words
To everything on the radio play list
He fakes the accents, even makes all the faces
And when he raises his voice
It makes her feel like he's famous
Yeah Poppa got his lean on, a mean one
Weavin' down the Lake Street tryin' to get his seen on
Stoppin' the whip to say somethin' out the window
Bobbin' his head to the beat on the radio
Good Daddy won't smoke no weed
Until the bass cradles her back to sleep
Then he can stake his mack while she takes a nap
To the sweet pretty sound of the gangster rap
Shh, the high hats are angel's voices
They keep her distracted
From the stranger's voices
Escape is a paradox
Because her childhood is locked in that music box
Daddies drive around, Mommies work nightshift
Sweet dreams, sleep little precious
Lay down in that music box
Escape in the sound of that music box
Yeah, Daddy knows people he's important
The guy with the suit and tie they see at the court
And it seems like he ain't tryin' to talk to police
But at the car wash they treat him
Like the star that she sees
They like Poppa's big wheels
And the lollipop she gets
Makes her feel like a big deal
Not allowed to have it yet, gotta sit still
Like the toy that she knows is gonna come
With the Kid's Meal
She loves drive through food
Health conscious Dad, he buys her the juice
A little sip a soda builds the pride
Go ahead Baby Girl don't spill those fries
Nuh-Uh Poppa can't roll a messy office
Compulsive in the way
She lay them napkins all across the seat
Never puts her feet on the upholstery
Just kicks 'em side to side to the beat on the radio
She sings along like Dad does
She knows all the words but leaves out the bad ones
Except bitch, she always says the word bitch
Because it makes her Daddy laugh, it's her magic trick
And when Daddy picks Mommy up they fight
They fight about money, they fight about life
So she concentrates so so hard on the music
And loses herself inside of the bass and the movement
Daddies drive around, Mommies work nightshift
Sweet dreams, sleep little precious
Lay down in that music box
Escape in the sound of that music box
Turn that Buick off
"Strictly Leakage" (2007)
YGM Lyrics – Atmosphere
Little Math You Lyrics – Atmosphere
Full Moon Lyrics – Atmosphere
The Things That Hate Us Lyrics – Atmosphere
Jewelry Lyrics – Atmosphere
Get It To Get Her Lyrics – Atmosphere
Domestic Dog Lyrics – Atmosphere
Crewed Up Lyrics – Atmosphere (feat. Stage One, St. Paul Slim, Muja Messiah, YZ, Brother Ali, Toki Wright, Blueprint)
What They Sitting For? Lyrics – Atmosphere
That's Not Beef, That's Pork Lyrics – Atmosphere
The Old Style Lyrics – Atmosphere (feat. Cuts by DJ Plain Ol' Bill)
You Played Yourself Lyrics – Atmosphere
Road To Riches Lyrics – Atmosphere (feat. Cuts by DJ Plain Ol' Bill)
YGM Lyrics – Atmosphere
Rough, rugged and raw, nobody saw us
So I smashed through the windows and dashed with it all
Didn't even leave the broken glass
Put it all in the van and took it home to stash
We don't bargain, we throw darts man
No money, pull honeys at the park jam
So give it up this is Sean and Ant's stage
Yours is on the floor with your permanent mad face
You hit last place like you didn't know you would
And caught a bad case like you never over stood
Damn shame just a waste of track tape
I bet them raps taste just like an ash tray
You kittens gotta be kiddin'
All that hyperbole your spittin' is probably bitten
Look at the teeth marks, check the dental records
Go take a second to locate them exits, bitch
Believe it's time for you to believe it
Clean out your desk and turn the keys in
It's termination day for these half wits
Flappin' them lips from the cradle to the casket
You mundane like Sunday traffic
About as much threat as a wet book of matches
They show me where the mic was, I grabbed it
Took the stage and made the fans feel fantastic
Atmos follow with the fear
Don't be talking off my ear while I'm swallowing my beer
Get the fuck outta here with your act
Same type of cat that likes to talk shit behind your back
Stab it, in your face like what's happening
The brighter the lights the bugs come, it attracts em'
Nowadays I keep to self so tell your girlfriend to take her eyes off of my belt buckle
So fuckin' hungry the tummy rumble
Gotta be more then just another monkey's uncle
So I'ma get dumb this album
And do it like I don't give a damn about the outcome
Slide past the trash that's hatin'
Slit the tree in half and crack the pavement
Wrote graffiti on the mainstream application
Was validated enough - we had the ladies masturbatin'
After Satan laughs his ass off
We'll all love hip hop, we'll all have bad jobs
And even there on that assembly line
I'll remember to remind you bout your empty rhymes
On lunch break I'll battle you for those cupcakes
Do it for the love or just to prove you're a fuckin' fake
And after I catch a kiss from the receptionist I'm gonna pose like this
I don't quit, I never have
If you step in the act you better be better then that
You can talk your shit like whatever, dag
But excuse me miss we need to check your bag huh
You're stealin' now give me back my style
How does it feel tryin' to piggyback my crowd
Say it loud, break it down, take em' out
Like "give me this, I'm young, gifted and mixed"
Wooooooheeeeee
That's what I'm talking about
Yo Ant
I wanna holler at some friends
I wanna say what's up to Plain Ole Bill
I wanna say what's up to Puck
Los Notivos, Stage 1, I Self Devine
Cool Hakim, Brother Ali, Kancer, Mole Man
Jimmy 2 Times, Budda Time, BK One
Blueprint, The Chosen Few, my man Real Proof
J-Bird, Kevin Peacher, Joe Good
And my little brothers Jordan and Nathan
Yo Sadiq I didn't forget about you man
Let's get these swimming pools!
So I smashed through the windows and dashed with it all
Didn't even leave the broken glass
Put it all in the van and took it home to stash
We don't bargain, we throw darts man
No money, pull honeys at the park jam
So give it up this is Sean and Ant's stage
Yours is on the floor with your permanent mad face
You hit last place like you didn't know you would
And caught a bad case like you never over stood
Damn shame just a waste of track tape
I bet them raps taste just like an ash tray
You kittens gotta be kiddin'
All that hyperbole your spittin' is probably bitten
Look at the teeth marks, check the dental records
Go take a second to locate them exits, bitch
Believe it's time for you to believe it
Clean out your desk and turn the keys in
It's termination day for these half wits
Flappin' them lips from the cradle to the casket
You mundane like Sunday traffic
About as much threat as a wet book of matches
They show me where the mic was, I grabbed it
Took the stage and made the fans feel fantastic
Atmos follow with the fear
Don't be talking off my ear while I'm swallowing my beer
Get the fuck outta here with your act
Same type of cat that likes to talk shit behind your back
Stab it, in your face like what's happening
The brighter the lights the bugs come, it attracts em'
Nowadays I keep to self so tell your girlfriend to take her eyes off of my belt buckle
So fuckin' hungry the tummy rumble
Gotta be more then just another monkey's uncle
So I'ma get dumb this album
And do it like I don't give a damn about the outcome
Slide past the trash that's hatin'
Slit the tree in half and crack the pavement
Wrote graffiti on the mainstream application
Was validated enough - we had the ladies masturbatin'
After Satan laughs his ass off
We'll all love hip hop, we'll all have bad jobs
And even there on that assembly line
I'll remember to remind you bout your empty rhymes
On lunch break I'll battle you for those cupcakes
Do it for the love or just to prove you're a fuckin' fake
And after I catch a kiss from the receptionist I'm gonna pose like this
I don't quit, I never have
If you step in the act you better be better then that
You can talk your shit like whatever, dag
But excuse me miss we need to check your bag huh
You're stealin' now give me back my style
How does it feel tryin' to piggyback my crowd
Say it loud, break it down, take em' out
Like "give me this, I'm young, gifted and mixed"
Wooooooheeeeee
That's what I'm talking about
Yo Ant
I wanna holler at some friends
I wanna say what's up to Plain Ole Bill
I wanna say what's up to Puck
Los Notivos, Stage 1, I Self Devine
Cool Hakim, Brother Ali, Kancer, Mole Man
Jimmy 2 Times, Budda Time, BK One
Blueprint, The Chosen Few, my man Real Proof
J-Bird, Kevin Peacher, Joe Good
And my little brothers Jordan and Nathan
Yo Sadiq I didn't forget about you man
Let's get these swimming pools!
Little Math You Lyrics – Atmosphere
Oh they don't know nothin bout no hip hop
Look at 'em, look at 'em man
Little suburban fucks
What the fuck you doin at your shows homie?
Don't listen to 'em Math You, do your thing
[Verse 1]
Little Math You, fifteen, suburban
And it ain't shit if it ain't the cursin version
With the sticker on the front to piss off his dad
Just tell that bitch to get off the rag, huh
Little Math You from the burbs gotta here it
It's like the only thing that puts the nerve in his spirit
Go ahead and make some ruckus for the hell of it
And yell it on the streets about monotonous development
Your telling me that this ain't for him right
How many y'all motherfuckers get an invite?
Give him access and let Math You here ya
Wait a half a year and he'll be rapping in that mirror
And when he does, check him on his royalty
Was peace when he just played the piece of the royalties
Love is love if that's what you give
I couldn't give a fuck about where you grew up or where you live
It goes...
Oh you a star now huh
You large now, your too large to talk
Don't forget I used to give you free refills motherfucker
[Verse 2]
Forget snitchin motherfucker, stop bitchin
If you afraid of rats get the fuck out the kitchen
They only come when you cookin up a mess
And I'm supposed to be impressed by your bulletproof vest?
That come back, gun packin touch act
Thug chapter bout entertaining as a bug zapper
Fuck that, add up all the stories in your raps
And subtract each one that isn't really from your past
Take the remainder and multiply
With how many times in your life you thought that you was gonna die
Divide that sum with the outcome
Of how many kids you had before you dropped an album
Low ceiling for the masses of dope rappers
Most of dope dealers that I know got broke ladders
Try to juggle both factors, shit I can't imagine that math
I'm just a high school brat
But I know what matters is that I gave it everything that I have
Cause I'm a son and a dad
Trynna learn mathematics for the growth
I'm out, I got to hit the gym so we can film a video
Aiyyo Sky {What up?}
I was wonderin if you got the time
If you can go online and look up and see if you can find me a gym {Yep}
That'll let me smoke up in there {No problem}
Look at 'em, look at 'em man
Little suburban fucks
What the fuck you doin at your shows homie?
Don't listen to 'em Math You, do your thing
[Verse 1]
Little Math You, fifteen, suburban
And it ain't shit if it ain't the cursin version
With the sticker on the front to piss off his dad
Just tell that bitch to get off the rag, huh
Little Math You from the burbs gotta here it
It's like the only thing that puts the nerve in his spirit
Go ahead and make some ruckus for the hell of it
And yell it on the streets about monotonous development
Your telling me that this ain't for him right
How many y'all motherfuckers get an invite?
Give him access and let Math You here ya
Wait a half a year and he'll be rapping in that mirror
And when he does, check him on his royalty
Was peace when he just played the piece of the royalties
Love is love if that's what you give
I couldn't give a fuck about where you grew up or where you live
It goes...
Oh you a star now huh
You large now, your too large to talk
Don't forget I used to give you free refills motherfucker
[Verse 2]
Forget snitchin motherfucker, stop bitchin
If you afraid of rats get the fuck out the kitchen
They only come when you cookin up a mess
And I'm supposed to be impressed by your bulletproof vest?
That come back, gun packin touch act
Thug chapter bout entertaining as a bug zapper
Fuck that, add up all the stories in your raps
And subtract each one that isn't really from your past
Take the remainder and multiply
With how many times in your life you thought that you was gonna die
Divide that sum with the outcome
Of how many kids you had before you dropped an album
Low ceiling for the masses of dope rappers
Most of dope dealers that I know got broke ladders
Try to juggle both factors, shit I can't imagine that math
I'm just a high school brat
But I know what matters is that I gave it everything that I have
Cause I'm a son and a dad
Trynna learn mathematics for the growth
I'm out, I got to hit the gym so we can film a video
Aiyyo Sky {What up?}
I was wonderin if you got the time
If you can go online and look up and see if you can find me a gym {Yep}
That'll let me smoke up in there {No problem}
Full Moon Lyrics – Atmosphere
[Hook]
The moon is full, you can't fake that light
No room to move, nah the space got tight
Don't need no knife here, we break up fights
Put your good shoes on, get your make-up right
And the ladies in the pla-pla-place so fly
Make you want to go home and wake up your wife
And I like it right, could never hate my life
In fact I'm quite excited, I get to play tonight
[Verse 1]
Mr. Soundman, turn up the bass
I want to feel the beats disturb my heart rate
We came in the door cause we wanted to escape
And forget about the world burning in front of our faces
We all paid dues, we all working hard
Some fools even had to pay a service charge
We sit at a thirsty bar
Now give more 808, and turn up the guitars
Tell the security guards to relax
Cause these people came to get away from all that
Them bouncers can't go bounce, they own balls flat
But we came to have a good time - now fall back
"Atmosphere" You know that's my team
Ask around, we kind of nice with the rap things
We came to stick up the rhythm
So poor, made 'em want to put my kids in prison
Spotlights, I'm a social moth
I'm here to mark the tree then I'm rolling, gone
Next shop gets broken off
Now open up your top and don't quote me wrong
I said this one here is what we call a good crowd
Roof caught fire, whole block got took out
Whoever's on after me better keep a look out
The sun goin down, I'm about to let the wolf out
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Hit the stage like a war vet
Hoping that the band members remember the set
Knowing damn well that I'm the one that forgets
"Hey man, I thought we specifically asked for a cordless"
Tangle up all the microphone cords
Till I'm tripping on 'em like I've done a hundred times before
Even if I fall off stage and hit the floor
Becomes part of the show, keep giving 'em more
I like it when you dance and move your shell and it's
Too soon to tell if you smooth and swell with it
Felt good to see you do it for the hell of it
"That's why I'm here today and touring for president"
...Ch-ch-ch-check out Penelope
Right next Stephanie, Wendy, Bev and Steve
Rapping with my songs and repping me
Thanks to all y'all for being part of this little legacy
Got busy and it won't stop
So let the bid he's hot, and try to ditch the cops
We don't need another 50 or another Iggy Pop
Just raise the roof now, show me what your city got
We found a lot of pounds out of town
Was deep underground but it seems so loud now
Sound never stopped and the crowd never wound down
Puff no, huff girl, I blow that house down
[Hook]
The moon is full, you can't fake that light
No room to move, nah the space got tight
Don't need no knife here, we break up fights
Put your good shoes on, get your make-up right
And the ladies in the pla-pla-place so fly
Make you want to go home and wake up your wife
And I like it right, could never hate my life
In fact I'm quite excited, I get to play tonight
[Verse 1]
Mr. Soundman, turn up the bass
I want to feel the beats disturb my heart rate
We came in the door cause we wanted to escape
And forget about the world burning in front of our faces
We all paid dues, we all working hard
Some fools even had to pay a service charge
We sit at a thirsty bar
Now give more 808, and turn up the guitars
Tell the security guards to relax
Cause these people came to get away from all that
Them bouncers can't go bounce, they own balls flat
But we came to have a good time - now fall back
"Atmosphere" You know that's my team
Ask around, we kind of nice with the rap things
We came to stick up the rhythm
So poor, made 'em want to put my kids in prison
Spotlights, I'm a social moth
I'm here to mark the tree then I'm rolling, gone
Next shop gets broken off
Now open up your top and don't quote me wrong
I said this one here is what we call a good crowd
Roof caught fire, whole block got took out
Whoever's on after me better keep a look out
The sun goin down, I'm about to let the wolf out
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Hit the stage like a war vet
Hoping that the band members remember the set
Knowing damn well that I'm the one that forgets
"Hey man, I thought we specifically asked for a cordless"
Tangle up all the microphone cords
Till I'm tripping on 'em like I've done a hundred times before
Even if I fall off stage and hit the floor
Becomes part of the show, keep giving 'em more
I like it when you dance and move your shell and it's
Too soon to tell if you smooth and swell with it
Felt good to see you do it for the hell of it
"That's why I'm here today and touring for president"
...Ch-ch-ch-check out Penelope
Right next Stephanie, Wendy, Bev and Steve
Rapping with my songs and repping me
Thanks to all y'all for being part of this little legacy
Got busy and it won't stop
So let the bid he's hot, and try to ditch the cops
We don't need another 50 or another Iggy Pop
Just raise the roof now, show me what your city got
We found a lot of pounds out of town
Was deep underground but it seems so loud now
Sound never stopped and the crowd never wound down
Puff no, huff girl, I blow that house down
[Hook]
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