Millennium Dodo 2 lyrics - Athmosphere

[Slug]
Never run of the mill when I shoot the pill
I'm a son of a spill, I've got boots to fill
Showed up with a deuce-deuce of swill
and a guardian angel on my Coupe de Ville
Shark in the lake, heart strike the drum
Mark landscape with a dart-like tongue
Spit my blood from deep in the gut
Smoking cigarette butts with my fingerless gloves
Pull over at the welcome sign
and raise a toast to those that fell behind
Everybody else got a crippled spine
from tryna take it back to a simple time
Keep a little pine tree, hang from my rearview
Beats turned up just enough not to hear you
Gonna swim till the fins get torn
I shall return, keep the engine warm

[Chorus]
Millennium Dodo
Pull out your telephone and take you a photo
You didn't know? Better read the logo
You don't wanna play around and get ocho
Recline like I don't care
The world is mine and I ain't gon' share
Now everybody blow smoke in the air
I keep my eyes on the road, but I know that you stare

[Slug]
Now I was at the party sleeping on the couch
when I decided to grab a bottle of something and bounce
I'd rather be by myself
than have to navigate another fake cry for help
On the beaten path with a bandaged fist
to represent the last half of the damn I give
Play me in slow-mo', fly like a blimp
Millennium Dodo, drive with a limp
Windows down, heater blasting
Got my coffee but I need some aspirin
Watch me merge into speeding traffic
with the truck-stop plastic, cheap sunglasses
Show respect
You broke down on the side of the road, wanna choke my neck
I've got a glovebox full of stolen checks
and I drink moonshine that the chrome reflects

[Chorus]

[Slug]
Flannel, look like a farmer
Underneath camo, look like a hunter
With that ski mask, look like a robber
Sleeping in the barn with the doctor's daughter
Got stories to wax, pour me a glass
I run with the ghosts of warriors past
South side, call it pop life
Y'all catch frostbite waiting at a stoplight
All over the map we get festive
It's a matter of class
You can tell by my lack of attractive skeptics
You just mad at my moustache
Hey girl, we'll always have Memphis
But right now, I want breakfast
With the pedal to the metal till we hit West Texas
then cross to Mexico to see my dentist

[Chorus]

Cut You Down lyrics - Atmosphere

[Slug]
My old lady say I'm paranoid
She thinks that I'm not on point
cause I pace around with no purpose
Observant, peek out the curtains
I don't recognize that car
So why's it parked right in front of my yard?
It's been there for the last few minutes
It seems too suspicious
It's gon' be another long night
So set the alarm and the motion lights
Protect my house
That fence ain't enough to keep the riffraff out
Somebody gon' test
I'm breaking out in a sweat
It make the hair on my arms all stand up tall
If it's a private number I don't answer the call
I'm simple, I want some peace
from all the criminals, thugs and thieves
And I ain't tryna involve police
cause I don't trust any government employees
I believe everybody's a threat
You better take it down to the next doorstep
But if you wan' doubt and pop some
I'm sleeping on my couch with a loaded shotgun

[Chorus]
And if you wan' fuck around
I'm gon' cut you down
And if you wan' fuck around
I'm gon' cut you down
And if you wan' fuck around

[Slug]
Shhh, I hear a helicopter
I swear it's out there
Calm down, don't make the wrong move
cause I don't know who that van belongs to
I'm checking over both my shoulders
I bet they got my name in they folders
I'm trying to stay inside
cause it's the only way to hide from the satellites in the sky
Get off my property
Why you stalking me?
And those guys from across the street
better keep they eyes off my wife piece
None of y'all are watching birds
So who's in the alley with binoculars?
Got more detour to steer through
for the sedan in my rearview
I crouch on the floor
cause knocking on my door is an act of war
And if the guy from the bank
wanna come see me, he better drive a tank
I ain't nuts yet, I'm just upset
cause y'all treat me like a suspect
I'm innocent, give me personal space
before I flip the switch and turn up the bass

[Chorus]

Atmosphere other songs:

• Bar Food lyrics - Atmosphere
• Bob Seger lyrics - Atmosphere
• By Your Side lyrics - Atmosphere
• Minnesota Nice lyrics - Atmosphere

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
• The Major Leagues Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Scalp Lyrics – Atmosphere
• The Best Day Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Americareful Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Hope Lyrics – Atmosphere
• The Loser Wins Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Shotgun Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Commodities Lyrics – Atmosphere
• The Number None Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Freefallin' Lyrics – Atmosphere
• To All My Friends Lyrics – Atmosphere

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]