Now see, maybe if your tag was dope
I'd actually lend a little credibility to your statements
But honestly, your penmanship's fucked
The way I see it, someone should at least slap you for even holding a marker
I hope the kid who wrote my name in the entry bathroom
Has the nuts and time for us to sit and chat soon
So I can ask 'em "Why the fuck am I on your mind bitch?"
You could've signed it, but stayed silent cause you're spineless
If you was a man, you'd come at me on the mic level
But you're light yellow just like the walls on which you write fellow
When I first viewed it, I'll admit it had me quite pissed
But now I've accepted it, in fact I kind of like this
I really wish I knew your identity
Probably not even an emcee, just another who pretends to be
Or maybe the jealousy of one who's baby-baby has eyes for me
It's nineteen-ninety-sev', nothing surprises me
Envy can make a motherfucker immature
So can boredom, a buzz or the curse of being insecure
C'mon now, some little trick with a marker and a chip
on his shoulder don't mean shit, I want the world in my grip
I bet your girl's on my dick, she digs the skills
She's a bigger head than you, so give me head and head for the hills
Little bitch, donkey dick sucking ass-fuck
Glue sniffing, half a testicle base head selling plasma
Publicity, good or bad, the same to an emcee
I think I found your limits to fame over on Seventh Street
I dedicate my name to those who view me as an enemy
and I'ma mark the planet for every mark in the entry
Entry, enter me
What's funny about the whole shit
is that like two, maybe three years from now
You little cockroaches that talk shit about me and my crew
are gonna be thanking us for kicking down the door
and putting this shit on the globe
Britches, y'all wanna burn bridges?
Just remember in the back of your bitch mind that I'm partially responsible
for anyone tryna hear your wack ass to begin with
And to that child who writes about me in the Seventh Street bathroom
Thanks for buying our tapes, you can size me up
and I hope your first born never learns how to read
Sincerely Slug, Atmosphere
A subdivision of Rhymesayers Entertainment motherfucker
Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that
(Eventually, suddenly) Size me up
Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that
(Eventually, suddenly) Size me up
Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that
(Eventually, suddenly) Size me up
Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that
(Eventually, suddenly)
(Eventually, you will suddenly see a fist to your jaw, a clap in that ass)
Multiples Reprise (Remix) Lyrics – Atmosphere
[woman singing]
You can hear the clock inside the ticking and tocking
[Repeat 7x (fading out)]
[man speaking]
So you see sir, my deck of cards serves me as a bible
An alamanac...and a prayer book
My friends this story is true
I know
I was that soldier
[Slug]
I use to know this kid named Jesse
He could get wild on the mic but his lifestyle was sketchy, Always messy
You could catch him on the corner of 19th and 3rd
Until the cops caught him first, with pockets of rocks and herb
But there was once this cat name Ivan, he was the man
Get the digits from your bitch before you could say pussy diving
Driving home drunk from the front one night
He tied his '84 Tempo round a street light
Me and Mike
Remember that scary chick Caroline
Very careful when you met her cause you knew she fucked with heroin
Mother of two, no one knew, because the twins stayed with her mom
But when they finally found the bitch still had the twist round her arm
Shit, I can't forget about that big kid Gino
Fucking diesel, do damn near anything for a seno
His older sister talked his twisted ass
Into killing Steves girl so she could get with Steve faster
Oh yea, speaking of Steves girl, the one that Gino killed
Her name was Phadra, she use to stand on tables down at Deja
Tits and clits and car payments and rent and emcee seek tuition
[chorus]
And this goes to those of y'all that wanna fuck my girl
Or be down with my crew, or be part of my world
Be leary of what you wish for
Cause its more than rhymes and good times behind this door
Oh yo yo-yo-yo-yo yo
I know this kid named Moses
Use to buy all the tapes and say that Headshots was the dopest
When up for raping a chick in a mall parking lot
Now I hope he gets a dick and broomstick in every orifice
Free Love
Thats what Heather use to say
But when I took her up on it, she said that she was gay
Well, wait a minute, why you shake your ass to any cat with a link
Looked me in me eye, smiled and said Free Drinks!
My man Todd had a tight studio up inside his home
And if you had some coke you could come and bless the microphone
Starting selling equipment to fill the pipe
Fuck this life, Todd hung himself with a cord from that mic
Cynthia wanted to travel, drive around the country
Left the city on a journey, came back with a junkie
He use to beat her, if it wasn't physical it was mental
He didn't leave her until she tried to stab him with a pencil
That kid Jay he was a thief, stole bikes and cars
Use to get real high and try to drive to Mars
One night got hot while approaching a road block
Shut his eyes, hit the gas and ran right over a cop
Damn!
And this goes to those of y'all that wanna fuck my girl
Or be down with my crew, or be part of my world
Be leary of what you wish for
Cause its more than rhymes and good times behind this door
Its the blood clot blues, the gun-shot wounds
The needles and spoons, doomed from the womb til the tomb
For whom the bell tolls, this will pay for the toll free calls made
Underage, she said that Jesus gave her AIDS
Now and days the life of fuck follows folks
In my city and some flip their trucks over center meridians
Some do their drugs to float above the stress
And some overdose so they can finally rest
Many walk around like they blind to the mishap
Talk-show gospel, smell the tic-tacs and Simulax
Six pack to make the good and bad balance
Walking tall is a gift and steady breathing is a challenge
Adaption, domesticated bitch to your surroundings
You quit singing along but the ball kept bouncing
Now we keep to self and step over the vermon
Found me sleeping in a pool of my own sweat and urine
I'm determined to find a path so I can leave you all
I miss the rise and I ain't trying to see the fall
So this goes to those that trying to rest in peace
Save me a seat and we'll play chess when I get released
And this goes to those of y'all that wanna fuck my girl
Or be down with my crew, or be part of my world
Be leary of what you wish for
Cause its more than rhymes and good times behind this door
These are people who tried, tried
These are people who tried, tried
These are people who tried, tried
All my friends, they tried..
[man speaking]
So you see sir, my deck of cards serves me as a bible
An alamanac...and a prayer book
My friends this story is true
I know
I was that soldier
You can hear the clock inside the ticking and tocking
[Repeat 7x (fading out)]
[man speaking]
So you see sir, my deck of cards serves me as a bible
An alamanac...and a prayer book
My friends this story is true
I know
I was that soldier
[Slug]
I use to know this kid named Jesse
He could get wild on the mic but his lifestyle was sketchy, Always messy
You could catch him on the corner of 19th and 3rd
Until the cops caught him first, with pockets of rocks and herb
But there was once this cat name Ivan, he was the man
Get the digits from your bitch before you could say pussy diving
Driving home drunk from the front one night
He tied his '84 Tempo round a street light
Me and Mike
Remember that scary chick Caroline
Very careful when you met her cause you knew she fucked with heroin
Mother of two, no one knew, because the twins stayed with her mom
But when they finally found the bitch still had the twist round her arm
Shit, I can't forget about that big kid Gino
Fucking diesel, do damn near anything for a seno
His older sister talked his twisted ass
Into killing Steves girl so she could get with Steve faster
Oh yea, speaking of Steves girl, the one that Gino killed
Her name was Phadra, she use to stand on tables down at Deja
Tits and clits and car payments and rent and emcee seek tuition
[chorus]
And this goes to those of y'all that wanna fuck my girl
Or be down with my crew, or be part of my world
Be leary of what you wish for
Cause its more than rhymes and good times behind this door
Oh yo yo-yo-yo-yo yo
I know this kid named Moses
Use to buy all the tapes and say that Headshots was the dopest
When up for raping a chick in a mall parking lot
Now I hope he gets a dick and broomstick in every orifice
Free Love
Thats what Heather use to say
But when I took her up on it, she said that she was gay
Well, wait a minute, why you shake your ass to any cat with a link
Looked me in me eye, smiled and said Free Drinks!
My man Todd had a tight studio up inside his home
And if you had some coke you could come and bless the microphone
Starting selling equipment to fill the pipe
Fuck this life, Todd hung himself with a cord from that mic
Cynthia wanted to travel, drive around the country
Left the city on a journey, came back with a junkie
He use to beat her, if it wasn't physical it was mental
He didn't leave her until she tried to stab him with a pencil
That kid Jay he was a thief, stole bikes and cars
Use to get real high and try to drive to Mars
One night got hot while approaching a road block
Shut his eyes, hit the gas and ran right over a cop
Damn!
And this goes to those of y'all that wanna fuck my girl
Or be down with my crew, or be part of my world
Be leary of what you wish for
Cause its more than rhymes and good times behind this door
Its the blood clot blues, the gun-shot wounds
The needles and spoons, doomed from the womb til the tomb
For whom the bell tolls, this will pay for the toll free calls made
Underage, she said that Jesus gave her AIDS
Now and days the life of fuck follows folks
In my city and some flip their trucks over center meridians
Some do their drugs to float above the stress
And some overdose so they can finally rest
Many walk around like they blind to the mishap
Talk-show gospel, smell the tic-tacs and Simulax
Six pack to make the good and bad balance
Walking tall is a gift and steady breathing is a challenge
Adaption, domesticated bitch to your surroundings
You quit singing along but the ball kept bouncing
Now we keep to self and step over the vermon
Found me sleeping in a pool of my own sweat and urine
I'm determined to find a path so I can leave you all
I miss the rise and I ain't trying to see the fall
So this goes to those that trying to rest in peace
Save me a seat and we'll play chess when I get released
And this goes to those of y'all that wanna fuck my girl
Or be down with my crew, or be part of my world
Be leary of what you wish for
Cause its more than rhymes and good times behind this door
These are people who tried, tried
These are people who tried, tried
These are people who tried, tried
All my friends, they tried..
[man speaking]
So you see sir, my deck of cards serves me as a bible
An alamanac...and a prayer book
My friends this story is true
I know
I was that soldier
Dubs Lyrics – Atmosphere
[Chorus: Beyond (Slug)]
Beyond and Slug got the shit you love
So go to your tape store and pick up the dub
It's the barge baby (you can touch it if you want)
It's the barge baby (yo, yo, you can touch it if you want)
[Beyond (Slug)]
Yo, check it out
After I lacerate, what you think you coming back to take?
You aggravate tryna bite me, but I don't feel it
My philosophy is to keep all the lock and keys
Everything I got, conceal it, so they don't steal it
I'm stuck in poverty, but I keeps my head banging
So my kind of life keeps me aware of the trifling
(Bitch, you bitch) Is that the only thing you pay attention to?
And if it wasn't then I probably wouldn't mention you
It's like that, listen (money) now to flock in
But I told you (use your brains) my SoundScan's dropping
There's only two options, huh, die while grovelling
or be a man and stand to these bitches and coward men
Now and then it's gonna happen, you can believe me
So retreat before the barge comes to street sweep
Slug and Beyond, thus dawn of the end
Snatch your family, your friends before the monster's descend
We've been planning to take the world for a long time now
(It's time now) so all opposition lie down
I'm dying to plague the world and every city and angel
Let's come in this pretty girl's face, and then jet
[Slug (Beyond)]
First to beat the uncertainty
Working the verses free for the purpose provided by props
Personally, I never gave a fuck
for the mucky murky mass that you're walking through (to get some pudding)
Been standing here for eternity, for a damn long time, forever
Somehow my patience grew muscular
Must be a side effect to the mental exorcism
Maintain, warm up this torn up brain
Strain, struggle, painkilling guzzle
End in poison, just to push the progress of the puzzle
And I'm looking for a quarter-piece, got the corner pieces perfect
Forcing me to see there's more than meets the surface
Mercy me, check the level of the mercury
Must begot the fever man, my helmet really hurting me
Circuitry twisted by a bitch named greed
Now all proceeds is going to smoking more weed
Please, you need to force-feed your head
and set your sights straight ahead and hit warp speed instead
of the foreseeable hate that you've got aimed at my crew
Pull your noble gown and get your shit together
[Chorus: Beyond (Slug)]
Beyond and Slug's got the shit you love
So go to your tape store and pick up a dub
It's the barge baby (you can touch it if you want to)
It's the barge baby (you can touch it if you want to)
Yo, Beyond and Slug's got the shit you love
So go to your tape store and pick up a dub
It's the barge baby (you can touch it if you want to)
It's the barge baby (yo, you can touch it if you want to)
[Beyond (Slug)]
What you thinking? Wait a minute y'all, don't answer me
Cause by chance you'll be, the same as the other ones
I'd love come out and play with you, waste a day with you
But something's fucking up my life, I gotta say it's you
In a day or two, hopefully I'll be away from you
You're too dumb to see the roadway that I've been taking you
Blow away the ashes, throw away the trash kid
Everlasting to be the ones forever blasting
(Yo, yo, we crashing that party on the north side)
(Tryna have that shit the dame day as ours?) Look at how they played their cards
Quarterly, all you little bitches better report to me
This is our city, I ain't playing or you'll see
(Take off your bra) Or you'll see
(Okay now bend over) Or you'll see
[Chorus: Beyond (Slug)]
Beyond and Slug got the shit you love
So go to your tape store and pick up a dub
It's the barge baby (you can touch it if you want to)
It's the barge baby (yo, you can touch it if you want to)
Beyond and Slug's got the shit you love
So go to your tape store and pick up a dub
It's the barge baby (you can touch it if you want to)
It's the barge baby (yo, you can touch it if you want to)
Beyond and Slug's got the shit you love
So go to your tape store and pick up a dub
It's the barge baby (yo, you can touch it if you want to)
They be asking (yo, you can touch it if you want to)
They be asking (you can touch it if you want to)
They be asking (you can touch it if you want to)
(Yo, you can touch it if you want to)
(Yo, you can put your hand down my pants)
(Rhymesayers, big dicks, big dicks)
(We got room for all y'all to fit)
Beyond and Slug got the shit you love
So go to your tape store and pick up the dub
It's the barge baby (you can touch it if you want)
It's the barge baby (yo, yo, you can touch it if you want)
[Beyond (Slug)]
Yo, check it out
After I lacerate, what you think you coming back to take?
You aggravate tryna bite me, but I don't feel it
My philosophy is to keep all the lock and keys
Everything I got, conceal it, so they don't steal it
I'm stuck in poverty, but I keeps my head banging
So my kind of life keeps me aware of the trifling
(Bitch, you bitch) Is that the only thing you pay attention to?
And if it wasn't then I probably wouldn't mention you
It's like that, listen (money) now to flock in
But I told you (use your brains) my SoundScan's dropping
There's only two options, huh, die while grovelling
or be a man and stand to these bitches and coward men
Now and then it's gonna happen, you can believe me
So retreat before the barge comes to street sweep
Slug and Beyond, thus dawn of the end
Snatch your family, your friends before the monster's descend
We've been planning to take the world for a long time now
(It's time now) so all opposition lie down
I'm dying to plague the world and every city and angel
Let's come in this pretty girl's face, and then jet
[Slug (Beyond)]
First to beat the uncertainty
Working the verses free for the purpose provided by props
Personally, I never gave a fuck
for the mucky murky mass that you're walking through (to get some pudding)
Been standing here for eternity, for a damn long time, forever
Somehow my patience grew muscular
Must be a side effect to the mental exorcism
Maintain, warm up this torn up brain
Strain, struggle, painkilling guzzle
End in poison, just to push the progress of the puzzle
And I'm looking for a quarter-piece, got the corner pieces perfect
Forcing me to see there's more than meets the surface
Mercy me, check the level of the mercury
Must begot the fever man, my helmet really hurting me
Circuitry twisted by a bitch named greed
Now all proceeds is going to smoking more weed
Please, you need to force-feed your head
and set your sights straight ahead and hit warp speed instead
of the foreseeable hate that you've got aimed at my crew
Pull your noble gown and get your shit together
[Chorus: Beyond (Slug)]
Beyond and Slug's got the shit you love
So go to your tape store and pick up a dub
It's the barge baby (you can touch it if you want to)
It's the barge baby (you can touch it if you want to)
Yo, Beyond and Slug's got the shit you love
So go to your tape store and pick up a dub
It's the barge baby (you can touch it if you want to)
It's the barge baby (yo, you can touch it if you want to)
[Beyond (Slug)]
What you thinking? Wait a minute y'all, don't answer me
Cause by chance you'll be, the same as the other ones
I'd love come out and play with you, waste a day with you
But something's fucking up my life, I gotta say it's you
In a day or two, hopefully I'll be away from you
You're too dumb to see the roadway that I've been taking you
Blow away the ashes, throw away the trash kid
Everlasting to be the ones forever blasting
(Yo, yo, we crashing that party on the north side)
(Tryna have that shit the dame day as ours?) Look at how they played their cards
Quarterly, all you little bitches better report to me
This is our city, I ain't playing or you'll see
(Take off your bra) Or you'll see
(Okay now bend over) Or you'll see
[Chorus: Beyond (Slug)]
Beyond and Slug got the shit you love
So go to your tape store and pick up a dub
It's the barge baby (you can touch it if you want to)
It's the barge baby (yo, you can touch it if you want to)
Beyond and Slug's got the shit you love
So go to your tape store and pick up a dub
It's the barge baby (you can touch it if you want to)
It's the barge baby (yo, you can touch it if you want to)
Beyond and Slug's got the shit you love
So go to your tape store and pick up a dub
It's the barge baby (yo, you can touch it if you want to)
They be asking (yo, you can touch it if you want to)
They be asking (you can touch it if you want to)
They be asking (you can touch it if you want to)
(Yo, you can touch it if you want to)
(Yo, you can put your hand down my pants)
(Rhymesayers, big dicks, big dicks)
(We got room for all y'all to fit)
"Seven's Travels" (2003)
- History Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Trying To Find A Balance Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Bird Sings Why The Caged I Know Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Reflections Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Gotta Lotta Walls Lyrics – Atmosphere
- The Keys To Life Vs. 15 Minutes Of Fame Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Apple Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Suicidegirls Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Jason Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Cats Van Bags Lyrics – Atmosphere (feat. Brother Ali)
- Los Angeles Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Lift Her Pull Her Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Shoes Lyrics – Atmosphere
- National Disgrace Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Denvemolorado Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Liquor Lyles Cool July Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Good Times (Sick Pimpin') Lyrics – Atmosphere
- In My Continental Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Always Coming Back Home To You Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Shhh Lyrics – Atmosphere
History Lyrics – Atmosphere
[NWA airline attendant]
Welcome aboard ladies and gentlemen
This is Northwest Airlines flight 7-7-7-7 [echo]
[Old vinyl sample]
Real love
It's the real love
It's the real love
[Slug]
What is history when it's being made?
C'mon help me make it, you come here help me make it
What is history when it's being made?
Girl help me make it, come here help me make it
What is history when it's being made?
Brother come here help me make it
What is history when it's being made?
Everybody, let's make it
Since 1972-72-72 [echo]
[NWA airline attendant (intermittently inaudible)]
Please take a moment to locate the exit nearest to you
Using(?) in line, cause they may be behind you
With our cabin unpressurized at a high altitude(?) during flight
We should be arriving safely (?) in dropdown compartment above your seat
Neatly pull the mask firmly toward you
Start to suck oxygen (?) with the mask over your nose and mouth
turn you on your locking strap over your head
over your head - over your head [echo]
Welcome aboard ladies and gentlemen
This is Northwest Airlines flight 7-7-7-7 [echo]
[Old vinyl sample]
Real love
It's the real love
It's the real love
[Slug]
What is history when it's being made?
C'mon help me make it, you come here help me make it
What is history when it's being made?
Girl help me make it, come here help me make it
What is history when it's being made?
Brother come here help me make it
What is history when it's being made?
Everybody, let's make it
Since 1972-72-72 [echo]
[NWA airline attendant (intermittently inaudible)]
Please take a moment to locate the exit nearest to you
Using(?) in line, cause they may be behind you
With our cabin unpressurized at a high altitude(?) during flight
We should be arriving safely (?) in dropdown compartment above your seat
Neatly pull the mask firmly toward you
Start to suck oxygen (?) with the mask over your nose and mouth
turn you on your locking strap over your head
over your head - over your head [echo]
Trying To Find A Balance Lyrics – Atmosphere
[Slug]
They love the taste of blood
Now I don't know what that means, but I know that I mean it
Maybe they're as evil as they seem
Or maybe I only look out the window when it's scenic
"Atmosphere finally made a good record."
Yeah right, that shit almost sounds convincing
The last time I felt as sick and contradictive as this
Was the last time we played a show in Cinnci'
"Get real." they tell me
If only they knew how real this life really gets
They would stop acting like a silly bitch
They would respect the cock whether or not they believed in it
Doesn't take much and that's messed up
Because these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us
While everyone was trying to out-do the last man
I was just a ghost trying to catch some Mrs. Pac-Man
Hello ma'am, would you be interested
In some sexual positions and emotional investments
See, I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational
When I be askin', "Yo, where did all the passion go?"
East coast, West coast, down South, Midwest
Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh
Somebody give me a big yes (YES!)
God Bless America, but she stole the B from "Bless" (Accept it)
Now I'm too fucked up to dance
So I'm gonna sit with my hand down the front of my pants
You can't achieve your goals if you don't take that chance
So go pry open that trunk and get those amps (You know!)
[Chorus x2]
In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester
Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper
You see me move back and forth between both
I'm trying to find a balance
I'm trying to build a balance
[Slug]
So now I keep a close eye on my pets
Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and sense
It's eat, sleep, fuck in self defense
So straight you can set your clocks and place bets
Wait, let's prey on blind, deaf, dumb, dead
Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you said
Emcees drag their feet across a big naked land
With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hands
Yeah I got some last words, FUCK ALL OF YOU ALL!
Stop writin' raps and go play volleyball
Gotta journey the world in a hurry
Cause my attorney didn't put enough girls on the jury
Guilty of droppin' these bombs in the city
But I'm innocent, love is the motive that's why you're killing 'em
Guilty of settin' my fire in all fifty
But I'm innocent, blame it on my equilibrium
[Chorus x2]
In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester
Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper
You see me move back and forth between both
I'm trying to find a balance
I'm trying to build a balance
I gotta find my balance
I gotta find my balance
[Slug]
Now all my friends are famous
It's either one thing or another
They all don't know what my name is
Probably know both of my brothers
The one is a hard workin' savior
The other's a hard workin' soldier
I'm just your next door neighbor
Workin' hard at tryin' to stay sober
You wait for the car at the corner
Pretend like you know what the pot is
Won't quit till I hit California
And make you my Golden State goddess
They love the taste of blood
Now I don't know what that means, but I know that I mean it
Maybe they're as evil as they seem
Or maybe I only look out the window when it's scenic
"Atmosphere finally made a good record."
Yeah right, that shit almost sounds convincing
The last time I felt as sick and contradictive as this
Was the last time we played a show in Cinnci'
"Get real." they tell me
If only they knew how real this life really gets
They would stop acting like a silly bitch
They would respect the cock whether or not they believed in it
Doesn't take much and that's messed up
Because these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us
While everyone was trying to out-do the last man
I was just a ghost trying to catch some Mrs. Pac-Man
Hello ma'am, would you be interested
In some sexual positions and emotional investments
See, I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational
When I be askin', "Yo, where did all the passion go?"
East coast, West coast, down South, Midwest
Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh
Somebody give me a big yes (YES!)
God Bless America, but she stole the B from "Bless" (Accept it)
Now I'm too fucked up to dance
So I'm gonna sit with my hand down the front of my pants
You can't achieve your goals if you don't take that chance
So go pry open that trunk and get those amps (You know!)
[Chorus x2]
In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester
Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper
You see me move back and forth between both
I'm trying to find a balance
I'm trying to build a balance
[Slug]
So now I keep a close eye on my pets
Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and sense
It's eat, sleep, fuck in self defense
So straight you can set your clocks and place bets
Wait, let's prey on blind, deaf, dumb, dead
Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you said
Emcees drag their feet across a big naked land
With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hands
Yeah I got some last words, FUCK ALL OF YOU ALL!
Stop writin' raps and go play volleyball
Gotta journey the world in a hurry
Cause my attorney didn't put enough girls on the jury
Guilty of droppin' these bombs in the city
But I'm innocent, love is the motive that's why you're killing 'em
Guilty of settin' my fire in all fifty
But I'm innocent, blame it on my equilibrium
[Chorus x2]
In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester
Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper
You see me move back and forth between both
I'm trying to find a balance
I'm trying to build a balance
I gotta find my balance
I gotta find my balance
[Slug]
Now all my friends are famous
It's either one thing or another
They all don't know what my name is
Probably know both of my brothers
The one is a hard workin' savior
The other's a hard workin' soldier
I'm just your next door neighbor
Workin' hard at tryin' to stay sober
You wait for the car at the corner
Pretend like you know what the pot is
Won't quit till I hit California
And make you my Golden State goddess
Bird Sings Why The Caged I Know Lyrics – Atmosphere
It's the bird, it must have been the bird
Disgusting critter, it must
We should have known better then to trust
This disease infested ball of lust and carnage
Piece of garbage with wings and she has the guts to sing
Get the bird, catch her shoot her, I dont care
Get the bird, bring her down to the ground from out the air
Gotta tear her apart, let me at her first
Sink her to the level of the rest of us that inherit the earth
What's she thinking? does she really believe
That shes above the creatures that work the dirt and the streets
See her up in the tree, looking down at you and me
Like she's chosen over those who walk around on two feet
The bird, the melodys she play
The music she make, rubbing our faces in the feces of the daybreak
Trying to remind us, its time to awake
Antaganizing and instigating my hate
The chirps, I turn them into screams
My feathered friends end will justity the means
Disturbed, I'll grab her by her beak
And swing her in circles untill she's too dizzy to speak
Well I'll shake her from her branch, tear apart her nest
Break her skinny legs and fry her eggs up for breakfast
(she's a snake that can fly) she's just food for the fleas
She thinks she's better then me just because she's free?
I'll shake her from her branch, tear apart her nest
Break her skinny legs and fry her eggs up for breakfast
(she's a snake that can fly) she's just food for the fleas
She thinks she's better then me just because she's free?
My beautiful bird has gone away [x12]
Disgusting critter, it must
We should have known better then to trust
This disease infested ball of lust and carnage
Piece of garbage with wings and she has the guts to sing
Get the bird, catch her shoot her, I dont care
Get the bird, bring her down to the ground from out the air
Gotta tear her apart, let me at her first
Sink her to the level of the rest of us that inherit the earth
What's she thinking? does she really believe
That shes above the creatures that work the dirt and the streets
See her up in the tree, looking down at you and me
Like she's chosen over those who walk around on two feet
The bird, the melodys she play
The music she make, rubbing our faces in the feces of the daybreak
Trying to remind us, its time to awake
Antaganizing and instigating my hate
The chirps, I turn them into screams
My feathered friends end will justity the means
Disturbed, I'll grab her by her beak
And swing her in circles untill she's too dizzy to speak
Well I'll shake her from her branch, tear apart her nest
Break her skinny legs and fry her eggs up for breakfast
(she's a snake that can fly) she's just food for the fleas
She thinks she's better then me just because she's free?
I'll shake her from her branch, tear apart her nest
Break her skinny legs and fry her eggs up for breakfast
(she's a snake that can fly) she's just food for the fleas
She thinks she's better then me just because she's free?
My beautiful bird has gone away [x12]
Reflections Lyrics – Atmosphere
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Look at your face
When all I could see was myself looking back at me
Reflection
And all I could do was think about sleeping next to you
[Slug]
What would it take to make a women like you
View a wolf like me for what I really might be
Listening to the lyrics only here's what I allow
You gotta try and make me testify for here and right now
Lets have a confrontation over a cold one
I'll give you conversation just to see if you can hold em
I play so dumb
Because I know some of these star struck small talk art fucks is no fun
I'm the blood type that goes straight for the guns
Like before you even spoke already knew what your loves like
So what you thinking?
Because I'm thinking we should jump into your ocean
Let's go girl this ship is sinking
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Look at your face
When all I could see was myself looking back at me
Reflection
And all I could do was think about sleeping next to you
[Slug]
Now there's no reason to lie, I've had a lot of lovers
In my reality its impossible to avoid it
But theres one reason for life gotta provide some supper
Gonna build a family just to watch some one destroy it
Do you really think you really wanna get to know me better
Don't you see the drama
Don't you feel the pressure
Don't get me wrong it would be my pleasure
To sing a song that could remove your shoes and your sweater
Bartender let me get a shot of bean
Cause this girl over here is trying to get me out my jeans
And she doesn't seem to believe I'm just another thief
Came to take a piece and make you stutter when you breath
Now girl you to smart to be a tour mark
Set to play correct from the start with your pure heart
And when your all alone ill sing into your phone
If you don't know the words you can make up your own
The first time she met the devil was at first avenue
Went back stage with him into the dressing room
Sexy ego trip
Taller than expected
About six foot three
Seemed to thrive on his misery
Critical observant big words
Sweaty hair sunken eyes and thick nerves
She said ill make em smile for the simple fact that he needs it
I'll make him smile just so I can kill it an eat it
You look like you were built for me
You talk like you want to steal my drink
You kiss like you already came
And that's a Lifter Puller line for those with out any game
It's like damn baby
You know you can't save me
But you should still tell your people that your leaving with the band
Maybe you can show me your hustle
Neither one of us would be so lonely
If only you would come over here and hold me
I caught you trying to hide your smile behind your glass
But all of your secrets become a swing set when you laugh
And all of your regrets that you're carrying a burying
Don't mean a damn thing if there's nobody to share them with
We've been following each other all night now
We ought to be all over each other like right now
I don't like crowds lets take flight now
Cause that face that you make
Reminds me of my life now
[Chorus: repeat 6X]
Look at your face
When all I could see was myself looking back at me
Reflection
And all I could do was think about sleeping next to you
"Only trying to find myself inside of you"
Look at your face
When all I could see was myself looking back at me
Reflection
And all I could do was think about sleeping next to you
[Slug]
What would it take to make a women like you
View a wolf like me for what I really might be
Listening to the lyrics only here's what I allow
You gotta try and make me testify for here and right now
Lets have a confrontation over a cold one
I'll give you conversation just to see if you can hold em
I play so dumb
Because I know some of these star struck small talk art fucks is no fun
I'm the blood type that goes straight for the guns
Like before you even spoke already knew what your loves like
So what you thinking?
Because I'm thinking we should jump into your ocean
Let's go girl this ship is sinking
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Look at your face
When all I could see was myself looking back at me
Reflection
And all I could do was think about sleeping next to you
[Slug]
Now there's no reason to lie, I've had a lot of lovers
In my reality its impossible to avoid it
But theres one reason for life gotta provide some supper
Gonna build a family just to watch some one destroy it
Do you really think you really wanna get to know me better
Don't you see the drama
Don't you feel the pressure
Don't get me wrong it would be my pleasure
To sing a song that could remove your shoes and your sweater
Bartender let me get a shot of bean
Cause this girl over here is trying to get me out my jeans
And she doesn't seem to believe I'm just another thief
Came to take a piece and make you stutter when you breath
Now girl you to smart to be a tour mark
Set to play correct from the start with your pure heart
And when your all alone ill sing into your phone
If you don't know the words you can make up your own
The first time she met the devil was at first avenue
Went back stage with him into the dressing room
Sexy ego trip
Taller than expected
About six foot three
Seemed to thrive on his misery
Critical observant big words
Sweaty hair sunken eyes and thick nerves
She said ill make em smile for the simple fact that he needs it
I'll make him smile just so I can kill it an eat it
You look like you were built for me
You talk like you want to steal my drink
You kiss like you already came
And that's a Lifter Puller line for those with out any game
It's like damn baby
You know you can't save me
But you should still tell your people that your leaving with the band
Maybe you can show me your hustle
Neither one of us would be so lonely
If only you would come over here and hold me
I caught you trying to hide your smile behind your glass
But all of your secrets become a swing set when you laugh
And all of your regrets that you're carrying a burying
Don't mean a damn thing if there's nobody to share them with
We've been following each other all night now
We ought to be all over each other like right now
I don't like crowds lets take flight now
Cause that face that you make
Reminds me of my life now
[Chorus: repeat 6X]
Look at your face
When all I could see was myself looking back at me
Reflection
And all I could do was think about sleeping next to you
"Only trying to find myself inside of you"
Gotta Lotta Walls Lyrics – Atmosphere
Dialed up his homie Murs on the telephone
Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong
Brain freezing up, he don't know what to do
But the people that know him know that it ain't nothing new
Catch five rings, then an answering machine
Hang up on the beep, stare up towards the ceiling
Stood up to remember that he slept fully-dressed
So he grabbed his keys and put a hat on his rat's nest
Stepped up to that big outside
Somebody once said "Today's a good day to die."
But he never really was a big fan of their work
So he starts up the walk by kicking sand in the dirt
A friend to the strangers, a stranger to friends
He'll take a coffee and a pack of cigarettes when you have a minute
Handle it. Paid up. The change, you can keep it
He's a sucker for the morning smile and summer cleavage
If you knew him better he'd ask for some time
Cause he's looking for a reservoir to empty his mind
And there's only so much he can put in a song
Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong
[Hook 2X]
And this house has gotta lot of walls
But only very few mean anything to you
And this house has gotta lot of walls
But only very few mean anything to you
No shop value to titillate
Far from shallow, so get it straight
Blacktop, sidewalk,and the street
Cause life is priceless and talk is cheap
And as he sits (as he sits) in his four-cornered room
Following a tune, born to consume
Carefully learning and analyzing the lyrics you use
Finally realizing that humility is a bruise
Scared love don't make none
If these walls could speak, they would peep about the fake ones
Watching this man, falling off of his plan-
Underachievin' just so he can understand.
What's up baby, how you doing? I hate the sound of my own voice and I've been invited here to distract myself from the fact that I wrote all of this garbage.
[Hook]
So, who did your tattoos?
That's nice
And who built your tabboos?
That's life
If he had a glass pipe, he would smash it and use it to slash his wrists
But someone already beat him to it
He would fingerpaint you a picture with his blood
A self-portrait, dramatic and morbid
But the odds of you finding any appreciation are too slim-
Keeps his outlook grim
Tap his foot to the rhythm of original sin
Throw his balls to the wind trying to know down these pins
He'll keep swinging from the hair above his chin
Till he finds his soul in the fifty cent bin
The price of the payphone escalates
Fake smile when he takes home one of his dates
He could write another hate-poem for you to break
Or maybe stay calm and wait for that big earthquake
Still surrounded by the fire and the water
Still trying to honor this empire's daughter
Still answering questions you're afraid to ask
Still believing that God's gonna save his ass
[Hook]
If you knew him better he'd ask for some time
Cause he's looking for a reservoir to empty his mind
And there's only so much he can put in a song
Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong
Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong
Brain freezing up, he don't know what to do
But the people that know him know that it ain't nothing new
Catch five rings, then an answering machine
Hang up on the beep, stare up towards the ceiling
Stood up to remember that he slept fully-dressed
So he grabbed his keys and put a hat on his rat's nest
Stepped up to that big outside
Somebody once said "Today's a good day to die."
But he never really was a big fan of their work
So he starts up the walk by kicking sand in the dirt
A friend to the strangers, a stranger to friends
He'll take a coffee and a pack of cigarettes when you have a minute
Handle it. Paid up. The change, you can keep it
He's a sucker for the morning smile and summer cleavage
If you knew him better he'd ask for some time
Cause he's looking for a reservoir to empty his mind
And there's only so much he can put in a song
Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong
[Hook 2X]
And this house has gotta lot of walls
But only very few mean anything to you
And this house has gotta lot of walls
But only very few mean anything to you
No shop value to titillate
Far from shallow, so get it straight
Blacktop, sidewalk,and the street
Cause life is priceless and talk is cheap
And as he sits (as he sits) in his four-cornered room
Following a tune, born to consume
Carefully learning and analyzing the lyrics you use
Finally realizing that humility is a bruise
Scared love don't make none
If these walls could speak, they would peep about the fake ones
Watching this man, falling off of his plan-
Underachievin' just so he can understand.
What's up baby, how you doing? I hate the sound of my own voice and I've been invited here to distract myself from the fact that I wrote all of this garbage.
[Hook]
So, who did your tattoos?
That's nice
And who built your tabboos?
That's life
If he had a glass pipe, he would smash it and use it to slash his wrists
But someone already beat him to it
He would fingerpaint you a picture with his blood
A self-portrait, dramatic and morbid
But the odds of you finding any appreciation are too slim-
Keeps his outlook grim
Tap his foot to the rhythm of original sin
Throw his balls to the wind trying to know down these pins
He'll keep swinging from the hair above his chin
Till he finds his soul in the fifty cent bin
The price of the payphone escalates
Fake smile when he takes home one of his dates
He could write another hate-poem for you to break
Or maybe stay calm and wait for that big earthquake
Still surrounded by the fire and the water
Still trying to honor this empire's daughter
Still answering questions you're afraid to ask
Still believing that God's gonna save his ass
[Hook]
If you knew him better he'd ask for some time
Cause he's looking for a reservoir to empty his mind
And there's only so much he can put in a song
Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong
The Keys To Life Vs. 15 Minutes Of Fame Lyrics – Atmosphere
[Pilot over PA]
"Folks I know you're all dying to know how long--
I cannot answer that now. We're gonna have to remain as technicians come over
and take a look at it and uh once that's done, then we'll give you an estimate
I'd say it's probably at least uh 15 minutes or so."
[Verse 1]
It's like all of Franklin Avenue now sleeps upon my chest--my chest
I've used cigarette butts and loose leaves to build my nest--build my nest
Did I mention I appreciate the way you treat your guests?--guess not
But I'm not really convinced when you say that you're impressed--hell no
The line between MC and comedian gets a little thinner--little thinner
Now it's nothing but ruffage for lunch and punchlines for dinner--feed me
I've tried to open the blinds to let in some sunshine
Wound the watch 'til it broke all in hopes of stopping the time
[Chorus]
The key broke off in the ignition humping if I wandered off through my thoughts wishing
Hoping this could be for you but it is for me patiently I stay busy, I wait, I see [X2]
It's the sure shot [X6]
[Verse 2]
See it's simple--simple, it's not that I want to make it ripple--ripple
But I feel I'm only being civil--civil
When I sit back and giggle like the rest it's the ritalin-a-fest!
I'm stressed--stressed, but most of 'em would never guess--never guess
That I'm closing in upon the dredge
Why? Cause I think it'd be best for the who? To hide the mess from who?
It's all true--it's all true not good but I know it'll do--it'll do
Still trying to reach the kid in you
So I may continue to find why this childproof's so wild
I smile--smile, tired, I walked a thousand miles--miles
wired over the thoughts I've dialed--dialed
Inspired by the monsters, the files of life full of stars and stripes
[Chorus]
[Chorus End]
If you wanna sleep with me and talk about existance
We'll need more than 15 minutes
I'll tell you what let's forget about the fame
Push pause on the game and get to know each other by our real names
If you wanna sleep with me and talk about existance
We'll need more than 15 minutes
I'll tell you what let's forget about the fame
Push pause on the game and get to know each other by our first names
If you wanna sit with me and talk about existance
We'll need more than 15 minutes
I'll tell you what let's forget about the fame
Push pause on the game...What the fuck's your name?
"Folks I know you're all dying to know how long--
I cannot answer that now. We're gonna have to remain as technicians come over
and take a look at it and uh once that's done, then we'll give you an estimate
I'd say it's probably at least uh 15 minutes or so."
[Verse 1]
It's like all of Franklin Avenue now sleeps upon my chest--my chest
I've used cigarette butts and loose leaves to build my nest--build my nest
Did I mention I appreciate the way you treat your guests?--guess not
But I'm not really convinced when you say that you're impressed--hell no
The line between MC and comedian gets a little thinner--little thinner
Now it's nothing but ruffage for lunch and punchlines for dinner--feed me
I've tried to open the blinds to let in some sunshine
Wound the watch 'til it broke all in hopes of stopping the time
[Chorus]
The key broke off in the ignition humping if I wandered off through my thoughts wishing
Hoping this could be for you but it is for me patiently I stay busy, I wait, I see [X2]
It's the sure shot [X6]
[Verse 2]
See it's simple--simple, it's not that I want to make it ripple--ripple
But I feel I'm only being civil--civil
When I sit back and giggle like the rest it's the ritalin-a-fest!
I'm stressed--stressed, but most of 'em would never guess--never guess
That I'm closing in upon the dredge
Why? Cause I think it'd be best for the who? To hide the mess from who?
It's all true--it's all true not good but I know it'll do--it'll do
Still trying to reach the kid in you
So I may continue to find why this childproof's so wild
I smile--smile, tired, I walked a thousand miles--miles
wired over the thoughts I've dialed--dialed
Inspired by the monsters, the files of life full of stars and stripes
[Chorus]
[Chorus End]
If you wanna sleep with me and talk about existance
We'll need more than 15 minutes
I'll tell you what let's forget about the fame
Push pause on the game and get to know each other by our real names
If you wanna sleep with me and talk about existance
We'll need more than 15 minutes
I'll tell you what let's forget about the fame
Push pause on the game and get to know each other by our first names
If you wanna sit with me and talk about existance
We'll need more than 15 minutes
I'll tell you what let's forget about the fame
Push pause on the game...What the fuck's your name?
Apple Lyrics – Atmosphere
[Slug]
Hi, my name is Sean Daley and you might know me from such films as
"I Can't Sing, But Neither Can You."
Haha yea, heheheh what are you lookin' at?
Don't look at me, don't even talk to me
Oh you rap too? Heheh I should've known
I ca, I can tell. Nah, it's in your eyes
Just cause you're an emcee doesn't mean that you get to be an asshole (asshole)
Just cause you're a man, doesn't mean you get to act like a bitch (like a bitch)
Won't you stand over here do a favor use your head to hold this apple (apple)
And on my twenty pace take, aimin' shots, swear to God I won't miss (I won't miss)
See I've been around the world without moving and I've met a lot of people (people)
And they all play the same little games the only change is the date (is the date)
It's all fame and respect a little money won't you help me build my ego? (ego)
Without taking any time to think about how it might affect fate (checkmate)
You see we've come a long way just to find that there ain't no place to lay down
[break down]
And we waited all night for the light, but the dawn never broke (never broke)
And if we let the song play we can lead all the children to the lake now (take down)
Because it seems as if most would rather choose to sit back and let 'em choke
(don't choke, don't choke)
Just cause you're an emcee doesn't mean that you get to be an asshole (asshole)
Just cause you're a man, doesn't mean you get to act like a bitch (you bitch)
If you stand over here do a favor use your head to hold this apple (apple)
And on my twenty pace take, aimin' shots, swear to God I won't miss (I don't miss)
I ain't gonna say no names..
Hi, my name is Sean Daley and you might know me from such films as
"I Can't Sing, But Neither Can You."
Haha yea, heheheh what are you lookin' at?
Don't look at me, don't even talk to me
Oh you rap too? Heheh I should've known
I ca, I can tell. Nah, it's in your eyes
Just cause you're an emcee doesn't mean that you get to be an asshole (asshole)
Just cause you're a man, doesn't mean you get to act like a bitch (like a bitch)
Won't you stand over here do a favor use your head to hold this apple (apple)
And on my twenty pace take, aimin' shots, swear to God I won't miss (I won't miss)
See I've been around the world without moving and I've met a lot of people (people)
And they all play the same little games the only change is the date (is the date)
It's all fame and respect a little money won't you help me build my ego? (ego)
Without taking any time to think about how it might affect fate (checkmate)
You see we've come a long way just to find that there ain't no place to lay down
[break down]
And we waited all night for the light, but the dawn never broke (never broke)
And if we let the song play we can lead all the children to the lake now (take down)
Because it seems as if most would rather choose to sit back and let 'em choke
(don't choke, don't choke)
Just cause you're an emcee doesn't mean that you get to be an asshole (asshole)
Just cause you're a man, doesn't mean you get to act like a bitch (you bitch)
If you stand over here do a favor use your head to hold this apple (apple)
And on my twenty pace take, aimin' shots, swear to God I won't miss (I don't miss)
I ain't gonna say no names..
Suicidegirls Lyrics – Atmosphere
[Voice messages from upset girlfriends]
Hey you fucking asshole
Hi Sean, I just got finished cleaning some vomit out of my car
Sean, I'm so fucking pissed at you I could rip your goddamn arms off and..
Anyways, I don't care, I don't wanna fucking talk to you
I don't wanna talk to you anymore
I don't know what your deal's been lately, but I fucked you like 15 times
And you just take and take
and you just fuck everyone over in the end anyways
Okay and number 2, being fucked up
is not an excuse to piss in the goddamn fish tank
I'm sick of your bullshit. I'm sick of you acting like you can just fuckin..
Leave a trail of destruction and shit
everytime I'm around you and I'm fucking tired of it
It's just not cool, my roommates told me
what the fuck you did after you got stupid drunk as usual
I don't ever want you in my fucking house
in my fucking car, anywhere near me
It's fucking over, I don't want to talk to you anymore
I don't want to think about you anymore, I don't ever want to see you again
Even if you don't care, you can never ever come into my house again
Fuck me? Fuck you. Rot in fucking hell
Fuck you, go fuck yourself
You should care, if you give a fuck at all (?) you'll call me
Hear me out, don't come fucking crying to me when your world falls apart and
you have nowhere to turn, alright? Have a good day
...Already? Already? Already? What'd you call 'em?
[Slug]
I can't imagine some of the things that you've seen
City to city with no spot to sleep
I know she will run with opposable thumbs
She's trying to overcome all of the maniacs(?)
Coast to coast, who knows the most?
Age before beauty, sleep before scrutiny
Who could it be now, here she comes
With an eve(?) of her tongue and the games that she runs
Little girl dolls(?) never get lost, pay the cost, embrace the flaws
Let her get tossed in the back of a mid-size
Trying to look at life through those kid's eyes
"Jackpot", that's in quotes
Sometimes you gotta let go if you wanna get votes
But fuck the votes, I spin towards the clouds
A bullet in your head sits still allowed
I used to pretend that I gave a fuck
Now a do give a fuck, a little too much
Let's see what you got Naomi
Back view from Missouri, show me little homey
Hey you fucking asshole
Hi Sean, I just got finished cleaning some vomit out of my car
Sean, I'm so fucking pissed at you I could rip your goddamn arms off and..
Anyways, I don't care, I don't wanna fucking talk to you
I don't wanna talk to you anymore
I don't know what your deal's been lately, but I fucked you like 15 times
And you just take and take
and you just fuck everyone over in the end anyways
Okay and number 2, being fucked up
is not an excuse to piss in the goddamn fish tank
I'm sick of your bullshit. I'm sick of you acting like you can just fuckin..
Leave a trail of destruction and shit
everytime I'm around you and I'm fucking tired of it
It's just not cool, my roommates told me
what the fuck you did after you got stupid drunk as usual
I don't ever want you in my fucking house
in my fucking car, anywhere near me
It's fucking over, I don't want to talk to you anymore
I don't want to think about you anymore, I don't ever want to see you again
Even if you don't care, you can never ever come into my house again
Fuck me? Fuck you. Rot in fucking hell
Fuck you, go fuck yourself
You should care, if you give a fuck at all (?) you'll call me
Hear me out, don't come fucking crying to me when your world falls apart and
you have nowhere to turn, alright? Have a good day
...Already? Already? Already? What'd you call 'em?
[Slug]
I can't imagine some of the things that you've seen
City to city with no spot to sleep
I know she will run with opposable thumbs
She's trying to overcome all of the maniacs(?)
Coast to coast, who knows the most?
Age before beauty, sleep before scrutiny
Who could it be now, here she comes
With an eve(?) of her tongue and the games that she runs
Little girl dolls(?) never get lost, pay the cost, embrace the flaws
Let her get tossed in the back of a mid-size
Trying to look at life through those kid's eyes
"Jackpot", that's in quotes
Sometimes you gotta let go if you wanna get votes
But fuck the votes, I spin towards the clouds
A bullet in your head sits still allowed
I used to pretend that I gave a fuck
Now a do give a fuck, a little too much
Let's see what you got Naomi
Back view from Missouri, show me little homey
Jason Lyrics – Atmosphere
[Jason]
Yo Slug, it's your first man
Hey, haha, dude it's raining outside
And umm, I'm waiting on you motherfucker again
Nobody's answering their phone
And ah, I'm waiting van packed up
Ready to roll, we're checked out of the hotel
All I need is rappers and DJs to get in the fucking van
So please man, hurry the fuck up
Cats Van Bags! Yo Cali
Yo Slug, it's your first man
Hey, haha, dude it's raining outside
And umm, I'm waiting on you motherfucker again
Nobody's answering their phone
And ah, I'm waiting van packed up
Ready to roll, we're checked out of the hotel
All I need is rappers and DJs to get in the fucking van
So please man, hurry the fuck up
Cats Van Bags! Yo Cali
Cats Van Bags Lyrics – Atmosphere (feat. Brother Ali)
[Intro]
I can't scratch, cause I'm drunk
I got bad teeth and my gums are bleeding
Come and fucking get me, motherfucker
Yeah, break, start the song now, fucker
[Verse 1]
[Slug]
We travelin the missle, weavin' through your cornfields
Leavin behind a trail of amature porn and orange peels
Navagatin through this basement, the masquerades
As our nation, practicin' my acid take, masturbation
Watchin the expressions on the faces
Of the ones designated to be the queens, kings, and aces
How many miles can you put on one soul
Before the smile starts to blend into one big bullet hole
[Brother Ali]
Shoot through it as a union, with the best of my crew
Bumpin melodies and memories too, my heads killin me, ohh
Stomach empty, my bladder is full
Two years old son on Jay Birds phone Cryin, ya missin me
And I'm stallin', I'll bite ya arm off
Sabertooth Tiger, run the night with the sharp claws
In ya backyard just to fuck with ya guard dog
Throw a brick through your shit and cut the alarm off
Bitch
[Slug]
Fuck yes, I do my best to take advantage in bouts
With one hand over the mouth, still managin' to shout
Theres more said, then in the lines in your forehead
Then could ever try to find print on the inside of that warhead
Cross country, like a little lost junky
Make them hot and jumpy, trying to get that God money
Stearin the van through the blizzards, the fanfare
Pivit when we visit, spit victim if you stand there
[Brother Ali]
Take a map of this picture, throw a dart at it, thats where
We took a room back full the kids and threw a heart at it
Angry like a hostage, Kickin like a little bitch in one of Dibs's mosh pits
Shifitin through your city limits tryin to find the raw shit
Thread and needle wit it, and weave a world of hate together, till we get
'em car sick
Face full of war paint, strapped ready for action
Battle cracks headin, trying to seek the satisfaction of the captain
[Slug]
Climbed over the side, closed his eyes
Took a dive into his fame, inspiration for stayin alive
Swam to the shore, stepped upon land
Walked up to a whore, grabbed her by the hand
And said
[Chorus]
[Slug & Brother Ali]
Let the wheels spin, let the road shake
Let the speakers blow
Let the line in, let the kids play
Let the people know
Let the roof burn, let the girls love
Let the heat flow
Let the world turn, let the curtains up
Cats Van Bags, Yo
[Verse 2]
[Brother Ali]
Lock eyes, with a thousand people at the same time
They minds, believin this, my style of graffiti is
Squeezin this, the mid west, sweat out of my shirt
And leavin with my life essence embedded in ya dirt
[Slug]
We work, move, and hustle with the rest of the Gypsies
Spoon feed these issues to a new school of Fishes
Swimmin through a hazy shade of passion
Here they come, the Hazleton has-been, and his chaplin
[Brother Ali]
Thats them, the migrants, seasonal workers
The finest imperial wordsmiths on the circuit
Two Million smiles and runnin, stompin', trying to flee the heat
Turn around, shootin at the monster till his knees are weak
[Slug]
They call me Jesus Freak, I came to listen
Then I save you, then I make you, my favorite position
Chasin' this pigeon down the street towards the banks
Just in case, my traffic receives jeeps and tanks
[Bridge]
[Slug]
And we wonder through the snow(?), so let it be known
Mama I don't know if I'ma ever be home
The revolution wont have any distribution
I love my son and my music so I gotta keep it movin'
Like
[Chorus]
[Slug & Brother Ali]
Let the wheels spin, let the road shake
Let the speakers blow
Let the line in, let the kids play
Let the people know
Let the roof burn, let the girls love
Let the heat flow
Let the world turn, let the curtains up
Cats Van Bags, Yo
I can't scratch, cause I'm drunk
I got bad teeth and my gums are bleeding
Come and fucking get me, motherfucker
Yeah, break, start the song now, fucker
[Verse 1]
[Slug]
We travelin the missle, weavin' through your cornfields
Leavin behind a trail of amature porn and orange peels
Navagatin through this basement, the masquerades
As our nation, practicin' my acid take, masturbation
Watchin the expressions on the faces
Of the ones designated to be the queens, kings, and aces
How many miles can you put on one soul
Before the smile starts to blend into one big bullet hole
[Brother Ali]
Shoot through it as a union, with the best of my crew
Bumpin melodies and memories too, my heads killin me, ohh
Stomach empty, my bladder is full
Two years old son on Jay Birds phone Cryin, ya missin me
And I'm stallin', I'll bite ya arm off
Sabertooth Tiger, run the night with the sharp claws
In ya backyard just to fuck with ya guard dog
Throw a brick through your shit and cut the alarm off
Bitch
[Slug]
Fuck yes, I do my best to take advantage in bouts
With one hand over the mouth, still managin' to shout
Theres more said, then in the lines in your forehead
Then could ever try to find print on the inside of that warhead
Cross country, like a little lost junky
Make them hot and jumpy, trying to get that God money
Stearin the van through the blizzards, the fanfare
Pivit when we visit, spit victim if you stand there
[Brother Ali]
Take a map of this picture, throw a dart at it, thats where
We took a room back full the kids and threw a heart at it
Angry like a hostage, Kickin like a little bitch in one of Dibs's mosh pits
Shifitin through your city limits tryin to find the raw shit
Thread and needle wit it, and weave a world of hate together, till we get
'em car sick
Face full of war paint, strapped ready for action
Battle cracks headin, trying to seek the satisfaction of the captain
[Slug]
Climbed over the side, closed his eyes
Took a dive into his fame, inspiration for stayin alive
Swam to the shore, stepped upon land
Walked up to a whore, grabbed her by the hand
And said
[Chorus]
[Slug & Brother Ali]
Let the wheels spin, let the road shake
Let the speakers blow
Let the line in, let the kids play
Let the people know
Let the roof burn, let the girls love
Let the heat flow
Let the world turn, let the curtains up
Cats Van Bags, Yo
[Verse 2]
[Brother Ali]
Lock eyes, with a thousand people at the same time
They minds, believin this, my style of graffiti is
Squeezin this, the mid west, sweat out of my shirt
And leavin with my life essence embedded in ya dirt
[Slug]
We work, move, and hustle with the rest of the Gypsies
Spoon feed these issues to a new school of Fishes
Swimmin through a hazy shade of passion
Here they come, the Hazleton has-been, and his chaplin
[Brother Ali]
Thats them, the migrants, seasonal workers
The finest imperial wordsmiths on the circuit
Two Million smiles and runnin, stompin', trying to flee the heat
Turn around, shootin at the monster till his knees are weak
[Slug]
They call me Jesus Freak, I came to listen
Then I save you, then I make you, my favorite position
Chasin' this pigeon down the street towards the banks
Just in case, my traffic receives jeeps and tanks
[Bridge]
[Slug]
And we wonder through the snow(?), so let it be known
Mama I don't know if I'ma ever be home
The revolution wont have any distribution
I love my son and my music so I gotta keep it movin'
Like
[Chorus]
[Slug & Brother Ali]
Let the wheels spin, let the road shake
Let the speakers blow
Let the line in, let the kids play
Let the people know
Let the roof burn, let the girls love
Let the heat flow
Let the world turn, let the curtains up
Cats Van Bags, Yo
Los Angeles Lyrics – Atmosphere
[Flight Announcement]
"Flight 101, Super Jet service for Pittsburgh and Los Angeles
will depart from Gate 12. Passengers may proceed into the
gate area for checking..." [faded out echoing]
[Slug]
(Oh yeah) Los Angeles, hot and bothered
Helicopters watch their daughters play parking lot soccer
A whole lot of love from the target's hide
Got a soul looking for a magic carpet ride
Environment, perfect for a hustle
Many people are distracted by the puzzle
And while they're not lookin', the angel got tooken
Welcome to the gray space between fingerprinting and booking
Do your best 'cause the lesson is love
It's enough to keep your head up, another day to get up
Wake up, and let the sun shine through the smog
Free the dialogue 'til everyone believes in God
L.A., to some it's hell, to some it's play
Pay the cover charge and watch what you say
The Barbie doll's caught, body parts come off
And I think she's a he...STOP, look at how it walks
They got the weirdoes, the talent, the beautiful
An arm and a leg for a one-story cubicle
And if the heat don't beat you, the pigs will
Everyone's relaxed, but no one can sit still
Los Angeles... I love it, I love it...
(Lips Glisten... believe 'em.)
"Ooh California highway... California my way."
"Flight 101, Super Jet service for Pittsburgh and Los Angeles
will depart from Gate 12. Passengers may proceed into the
gate area for checking..." [faded out echoing]
[Slug]
(Oh yeah) Los Angeles, hot and bothered
Helicopters watch their daughters play parking lot soccer
A whole lot of love from the target's hide
Got a soul looking for a magic carpet ride
Environment, perfect for a hustle
Many people are distracted by the puzzle
And while they're not lookin', the angel got tooken
Welcome to the gray space between fingerprinting and booking
Do your best 'cause the lesson is love
It's enough to keep your head up, another day to get up
Wake up, and let the sun shine through the smog
Free the dialogue 'til everyone believes in God
L.A., to some it's hell, to some it's play
Pay the cover charge and watch what you say
The Barbie doll's caught, body parts come off
And I think she's a he...STOP, look at how it walks
They got the weirdoes, the talent, the beautiful
An arm and a leg for a one-story cubicle
And if the heat don't beat you, the pigs will
Everyone's relaxed, but no one can sit still
Los Angeles... I love it, I love it...
(Lips Glisten... believe 'em.)
"Ooh California highway... California my way."
Lift Her Pull Her Lyrics – Atmosphere
You don't know me
You just left me
You don't know me
You just left me
You don't know me
You just left me
You don't know me
You just left me
And he was a man
Or so he thought
Paid attention to the lessons that he taught
Second hand me down blessing
She was short on patience
Carried person hated every day people
The plight of the pessimist
Habitual living daily schedule consisted of work
Television and sexual moments
But some times it gets so hope less
When non-sense raises an oct of thought blocks
With a firm grasp on the grudge they both clutched in the name of love
Fear of the results had push ever came to shove
Seduced for fun
Produce a a lot of fight
Two youths on the run
Learning some truth about life
And when he stares at the stars he reflects on the moon
The time the talks they share walking around calhoon
And when she watches the look on his face as he sleeps
She recalls every inch as to how it got this deep
Now how am I to know you like the way I laugh
I can't read the map, no ones ever seen the path?
The one you take a bath with is the same on the freeze your path
Oh you going out? what time you goin be back?
Cause they were two perfect kids
In a two perfect worlds
Today the part of man and women will be played by boy and girl
Lets all take seats
Please quiet during the performance
Lift her pull her from the orchids
Trying to read the script but keep getting trapped in the margins
Lift them pull them from the gardens
Your horoscope says we should share an apartment
Lift them pull them apart from their gardens
Now she was smart
She grew up with this complex
That the people that surrounded her seemed to expect the world
And he was tall over six no attempt to predict the fall
Though he'd seen it all
Until his all became that girl
She said she loves the drugs
But when she comes down
She speaks about finishing
She's convinced its the last visit
He doesn't know the difference between come and go
Just give him one to grow and watch him collapse inside of a half pivot
She died her hair black
Maybe now she can relax
Maybe now the regulars will stare half as hard
He wears a old face and beer gut
Existence validation printed on the monthly statements
That comes from master card
He thinks she sleeps to much
She thinks he spends to much
He thinks her friends are jokes
She thinks he's out of touch
He thinks she drinks to much
She think he thinks to much
Its all another phase turning the page in the book of growing up
She's has seen a lot of sex
He tried to hide his resentment
But their wasn't nothing thing left for them to label new
But sometimes the obvious ain't simple to see
Cause even the time that they killed
Wasn't something that she wasnt accustomed too
She never comprehended what to make of it
He was never quite prepared to study the reaching
Together they shared the sacred practices of breathing
The weather was fair how ever the hovering clouds weren't leaving
Discover the little drama demons that hide deep inside the frame work
And live in That congested brain
They had old lovers on the side old flames
That some how managed to spark regardless of the pouring rains
And each time they mixed up the ingredients
They'd recheck the recipe to see maybe they written it incorrectly
Collect me consume me release me snuggle
Two geniuses putting together the pieces to a blank puzzle
Every time I chase a squirrel it rips apart my world
Every time I chase a squirrel it rips apart my world
Every time I chase a squirrel it rips apart my world
And every time I chase a squirrel it rips apart my world
You just left me
You don't know me
You just left me
You don't know me
You just left me
You don't know me
You just left me
And he was a man
Or so he thought
Paid attention to the lessons that he taught
Second hand me down blessing
She was short on patience
Carried person hated every day people
The plight of the pessimist
Habitual living daily schedule consisted of work
Television and sexual moments
But some times it gets so hope less
When non-sense raises an oct of thought blocks
With a firm grasp on the grudge they both clutched in the name of love
Fear of the results had push ever came to shove
Seduced for fun
Produce a a lot of fight
Two youths on the run
Learning some truth about life
And when he stares at the stars he reflects on the moon
The time the talks they share walking around calhoon
And when she watches the look on his face as he sleeps
She recalls every inch as to how it got this deep
Now how am I to know you like the way I laugh
I can't read the map, no ones ever seen the path?
The one you take a bath with is the same on the freeze your path
Oh you going out? what time you goin be back?
Cause they were two perfect kids
In a two perfect worlds
Today the part of man and women will be played by boy and girl
Lets all take seats
Please quiet during the performance
Lift her pull her from the orchids
Trying to read the script but keep getting trapped in the margins
Lift them pull them from the gardens
Your horoscope says we should share an apartment
Lift them pull them apart from their gardens
Now she was smart
She grew up with this complex
That the people that surrounded her seemed to expect the world
And he was tall over six no attempt to predict the fall
Though he'd seen it all
Until his all became that girl
She said she loves the drugs
But when she comes down
She speaks about finishing
She's convinced its the last visit
He doesn't know the difference between come and go
Just give him one to grow and watch him collapse inside of a half pivot
She died her hair black
Maybe now she can relax
Maybe now the regulars will stare half as hard
He wears a old face and beer gut
Existence validation printed on the monthly statements
That comes from master card
He thinks she sleeps to much
She thinks he spends to much
He thinks her friends are jokes
She thinks he's out of touch
He thinks she drinks to much
She think he thinks to much
Its all another phase turning the page in the book of growing up
She's has seen a lot of sex
He tried to hide his resentment
But their wasn't nothing thing left for them to label new
But sometimes the obvious ain't simple to see
Cause even the time that they killed
Wasn't something that she wasnt accustomed too
She never comprehended what to make of it
He was never quite prepared to study the reaching
Together they shared the sacred practices of breathing
The weather was fair how ever the hovering clouds weren't leaving
Discover the little drama demons that hide deep inside the frame work
And live in That congested brain
They had old lovers on the side old flames
That some how managed to spark regardless of the pouring rains
And each time they mixed up the ingredients
They'd recheck the recipe to see maybe they written it incorrectly
Collect me consume me release me snuggle
Two geniuses putting together the pieces to a blank puzzle
Every time I chase a squirrel it rips apart my world
Every time I chase a squirrel it rips apart my world
Every time I chase a squirrel it rips apart my world
And every time I chase a squirrel it rips apart my world
Shoes Lyrics – Atmosphere
[Slug]
Would you prefer if I remove... MY... UHH?
Nah they.. they clean..
I mean.. what?
You wanna look at the bottom of...?
My shoes are clean girl, how about yours?
Here we are sitting on your living room floor
Listening to some records from your collection
Boredom; in between a coma and an erection
Staring at the skin on your shoulder blades
And you don't take your eyes off my poker face
I'm wasted, and your as sober as Jehovah
Knocking door to door, trying to walk to road
That the Mormon's paved
If she was here on your sofa with a beer on a coaster
She'd of told 'ya that my game was way over played
Make no mistake
I love the way you taste like yogurt and some clover cigarettes
Girl show me leg!
So I'ma gonna trade these shoes for rollerskates
And I'ma stay happy just as long as there is a whore to pay
But some of us already spent the rent
So we can't be content until there isn't no more today
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Those are your shoes
These are my shoes
We've got issues
My shoes are muddy girl, how about yours?
Here we are loungin' on your bedroom floor
I'm really drunk so I'm looking at your carpet like
Man, fuck the permit, I know where I'ma park tonight
It's closing time, the spins are gonna visit me
They're rolling thick like they know they taking victory
But not tonight, right, I'ma make some history
Get up in your system and direct it like a symphony
Let me get to be the man of your mystery
'Cause them meddeling kids don't understand your sensitivity
Show some sympathy
Let me kiss your feet
Let's talk about a pretty bird and a busy bee
If I live to see fifty, I'ma be a tipsy, dirty old man
Still following my kid beliefs
I know it isn't really your responsibility
So we'll be strait once I take a hit of Listerine
[Chorus]
I can't find my shoes girl, how about yours?
Here I am naked on your bathroom floor
I got faded, and you fell asleep
And I'm thanking God that this date was hella cheap
Sitting down, trying to keep the liquor down
Light, stars and sounds everything flickers now
Sick bound, the whole room twists around
In front of the toilet assume the position to drown
Here it comes! Whiskey out bounces all over the floor
Now I'm sitting in the bitches mound
I'm just a clown and I'm sorry I found it funny
When you tripped over my shoes and hit the ground
Didn't know you would rip your gown
Didn't think you would shout and get so loud, get so wound
Yeah I'm drunk, but I'm more than a little proud
I'm leaving, fuck the shoes you keep them, I'm getting out
[Chorus]
Perfection [repeat 4X]
Would you prefer if I remove... MY... UHH?
Nah they.. they clean..
I mean.. what?
You wanna look at the bottom of...?
My shoes are clean girl, how about yours?
Here we are sitting on your living room floor
Listening to some records from your collection
Boredom; in between a coma and an erection
Staring at the skin on your shoulder blades
And you don't take your eyes off my poker face
I'm wasted, and your as sober as Jehovah
Knocking door to door, trying to walk to road
That the Mormon's paved
If she was here on your sofa with a beer on a coaster
She'd of told 'ya that my game was way over played
Make no mistake
I love the way you taste like yogurt and some clover cigarettes
Girl show me leg!
So I'ma gonna trade these shoes for rollerskates
And I'ma stay happy just as long as there is a whore to pay
But some of us already spent the rent
So we can't be content until there isn't no more today
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Those are your shoes
These are my shoes
We've got issues
My shoes are muddy girl, how about yours?
Here we are loungin' on your bedroom floor
I'm really drunk so I'm looking at your carpet like
Man, fuck the permit, I know where I'ma park tonight
It's closing time, the spins are gonna visit me
They're rolling thick like they know they taking victory
But not tonight, right, I'ma make some history
Get up in your system and direct it like a symphony
Let me get to be the man of your mystery
'Cause them meddeling kids don't understand your sensitivity
Show some sympathy
Let me kiss your feet
Let's talk about a pretty bird and a busy bee
If I live to see fifty, I'ma be a tipsy, dirty old man
Still following my kid beliefs
I know it isn't really your responsibility
So we'll be strait once I take a hit of Listerine
[Chorus]
I can't find my shoes girl, how about yours?
Here I am naked on your bathroom floor
I got faded, and you fell asleep
And I'm thanking God that this date was hella cheap
Sitting down, trying to keep the liquor down
Light, stars and sounds everything flickers now
Sick bound, the whole room twists around
In front of the toilet assume the position to drown
Here it comes! Whiskey out bounces all over the floor
Now I'm sitting in the bitches mound
I'm just a clown and I'm sorry I found it funny
When you tripped over my shoes and hit the ground
Didn't know you would rip your gown
Didn't think you would shout and get so loud, get so wound
Yeah I'm drunk, but I'm more than a little proud
I'm leaving, fuck the shoes you keep them, I'm getting out
[Chorus]
Perfection [repeat 4X]
National Disgrace Lyrics – Atmosphere
[Slug]
(I pledge allegiance to Budweiser and free drugs)
Peace to Rick James, Anna Nicole Smith, Bill Clinton
And Motley Crue
And anyone else who has ever utilized their 15 minutes
Of fame to realize their true dreams of being an
Absolute jerk off, just to keep the masses entertained
This goes out to learning from the mistakes of others
Bring it on now
Come on
I said come on
I said come on
[Verse 1]
They call me a jerk, once they get to know me
But they don't stop calling, they read me well
It's no work if I was phony, I'd win a trophy
Who needs to make records when there's seeds to sell
Freak the bell, and make it all spin crooked
God please help, too much grim to look at
Grab the tree by the limb and shook it
Like, "Have you seen my self esteem, where the hell'd you put it?"
Oh wait, never mind, I found it in a bottle
Drunk at the Troubadour talking to a model
Wrecked the rental on Santa Monica Boulevard
I was headed to the El Rey to slap a security guard
[Chorus]
Rowdy, stubborn, loud and arrogant
As American as apple pie and embarrassment
Package the kid's face, put it on display
Look ma!, another national disgrace
Dumb and ignorant, drunk and belligerent
Open up your heart y'all, come on and let me in
Package the kid's face, put it on display
Look ma!, another national disgrace
[Verse 2]
The liquor gets hold of the head liver's soul
Blurry on Sixth Street and Red River Road
Last thing I remember was the Ogden Theatre
Backstage bathroom making out with all three of ya
Kicked out of Topcats... for where I put the vomit at
Finally passed out in a laundry mat
Malnourished and topless, slurring and obnoxious
Like, "Yo, we got this!"
The Zodiac Killers 'bout to rock this
At the Great American Music Hall, pissin on the box office
Pick apart the detail, alcohol and females
All around the world same song
Houseton and Ludlow, Maxfish, Vampire
You poor the beer and I'll bring the satire
No prob, I'll play the part of doorknob and make it look
So good you're gonna wish that it was your job
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
It's all about the hangovers, and late checkouts
Maid banging on the door like, "Wake up! Get Out!"
But Come on mami, y'all probably don't want me comin'
Out like a Zombie brushing teeth in the lobby
This is a career, not a hobby
Ain't no reason to fear what you wanna see
Hey paparazzi, don't you wanna watch me quote the
Fonzi and then crash his Mazaradi?
Sweat pants, t-shirt, mesh hat, blue blockers
Feeding Jack D. to a room full of teenie boppers
Howdy neighbor, take a shot for flavor
Let's debate whether or not we should punch the waiter
I'm just kidding, let's love each other
It goes lick, swallow, suck, and order another
Do what you like, don't nobody care
It's a sign of success only in America
[Chorus]
[Chorus End: 4x]
I didn't cooome to start no trouble or hurt no one
I'm just heeere to get drunk, party, and have some fun
(I pledge allegiance to Budweiser and free drugs)
Peace to Rick James, Anna Nicole Smith, Bill Clinton
And Motley Crue
And anyone else who has ever utilized their 15 minutes
Of fame to realize their true dreams of being an
Absolute jerk off, just to keep the masses entertained
This goes out to learning from the mistakes of others
Bring it on now
Come on
I said come on
I said come on
[Verse 1]
They call me a jerk, once they get to know me
But they don't stop calling, they read me well
It's no work if I was phony, I'd win a trophy
Who needs to make records when there's seeds to sell
Freak the bell, and make it all spin crooked
God please help, too much grim to look at
Grab the tree by the limb and shook it
Like, "Have you seen my self esteem, where the hell'd you put it?"
Oh wait, never mind, I found it in a bottle
Drunk at the Troubadour talking to a model
Wrecked the rental on Santa Monica Boulevard
I was headed to the El Rey to slap a security guard
[Chorus]
Rowdy, stubborn, loud and arrogant
As American as apple pie and embarrassment
Package the kid's face, put it on display
Look ma!, another national disgrace
Dumb and ignorant, drunk and belligerent
Open up your heart y'all, come on and let me in
Package the kid's face, put it on display
Look ma!, another national disgrace
[Verse 2]
The liquor gets hold of the head liver's soul
Blurry on Sixth Street and Red River Road
Last thing I remember was the Ogden Theatre
Backstage bathroom making out with all three of ya
Kicked out of Topcats... for where I put the vomit at
Finally passed out in a laundry mat
Malnourished and topless, slurring and obnoxious
Like, "Yo, we got this!"
The Zodiac Killers 'bout to rock this
At the Great American Music Hall, pissin on the box office
Pick apart the detail, alcohol and females
All around the world same song
Houseton and Ludlow, Maxfish, Vampire
You poor the beer and I'll bring the satire
No prob, I'll play the part of doorknob and make it look
So good you're gonna wish that it was your job
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
It's all about the hangovers, and late checkouts
Maid banging on the door like, "Wake up! Get Out!"
But Come on mami, y'all probably don't want me comin'
Out like a Zombie brushing teeth in the lobby
This is a career, not a hobby
Ain't no reason to fear what you wanna see
Hey paparazzi, don't you wanna watch me quote the
Fonzi and then crash his Mazaradi?
Sweat pants, t-shirt, mesh hat, blue blockers
Feeding Jack D. to a room full of teenie boppers
Howdy neighbor, take a shot for flavor
Let's debate whether or not we should punch the waiter
I'm just kidding, let's love each other
It goes lick, swallow, suck, and order another
Do what you like, don't nobody care
It's a sign of success only in America
[Chorus]
[Chorus End: 4x]
I didn't cooome to start no trouble or hurt no one
I'm just heeere to get drunk, party, and have some fun
Denvemolorado Lyrics – Atmosphere
(Good evening ladies and gentlemen
let me get a warm welcome from... more importantly Denver)
(Nothing I say, nothing I say, my mistake to you)
Here I am alone in an airport bar
Why, just cause I don't own a car
Its valentines day, I'm returning home from Berkley
Aint a damn thing that y'all can do to hurt me
Unsober, laid over in Denver
The waitress could smell it the minute I entered
There's seven shells losing their souls in here
Sporadically placed amongst scotch and beer
But there's one woman in the back left corner
Who looks like she could really use the support
If I could only muster the strength to be a friend
Who knows how this adventure could end
Bend me up, slip me the tongue, shoot me down
Cut me loose, bury me, and piss on the ground
Felt the water, but sober it's over y'all
Don't know if I can get down for too much longer
Everywhere I go I find at least one
And I bet it won't die till the travel is done
For as long as I learn my heart hope to god
Up to the side of my head ride and die for the young
(Nothing I say, nothing I say, my mistake to you)
[Refrain]
It's the sound of emotion enough
To make me wanna hang myself from the rafter that's over my bed
But when I stop to climb the ladder that's embedded in my heart
I start to question all the emotion in my head
[Repeat till end]
(Nothing I say, nothing I say, my mistake to you)
let me get a warm welcome from... more importantly Denver)
(Nothing I say, nothing I say, my mistake to you)
Here I am alone in an airport bar
Why, just cause I don't own a car
Its valentines day, I'm returning home from Berkley
Aint a damn thing that y'all can do to hurt me
Unsober, laid over in Denver
The waitress could smell it the minute I entered
There's seven shells losing their souls in here
Sporadically placed amongst scotch and beer
But there's one woman in the back left corner
Who looks like she could really use the support
If I could only muster the strength to be a friend
Who knows how this adventure could end
Bend me up, slip me the tongue, shoot me down
Cut me loose, bury me, and piss on the ground
Felt the water, but sober it's over y'all
Don't know if I can get down for too much longer
Everywhere I go I find at least one
And I bet it won't die till the travel is done
For as long as I learn my heart hope to god
Up to the side of my head ride and die for the young
(Nothing I say, nothing I say, my mistake to you)
[Refrain]
It's the sound of emotion enough
To make me wanna hang myself from the rafter that's over my bed
But when I stop to climb the ladder that's embedded in my heart
I start to question all the emotion in my head
[Repeat till end]
(Nothing I say, nothing I say, my mistake to you)
Liquor Lyles Cool July Lyrics – Atmosphere
"Keep movin' your body in my direction"
"Let's continue our party everybody by just clapping our hands."
[Slug]
Colossal, large, big as it gets, massive
I'd kill you all if I wasn't so passive
Instead I creep off to a booth and hold it solo
To study these people, you fuckin' filth
Walkin on my fifth, or maybe my sixth
Where every women represents the meaning of existence
I've no choice but to notice the one that consistently keeps me enlisted
Keeps me aware, she has no idea where my head sits
And if she did how do think she'd react, maybe double up and laugh?
Maybe catch some relief, place wagers on the theories, keep your eye on my trap
Emotions speak through me in the form of gratuity
Is this enough? Is there an underlying message?
Of course - every act deserves a/in response
It's my place to watch the one she takes, try to guess it
If I could only prove what I really feel
Maybe Just, would thrust her into my zone
Let's go, like *thump* time to pay the bill
Again the waitress and I both drive home alone, where you goin'?
"Let's continue our party everybody by just clapping our hands."
[Slug]
Colossal, large, big as it gets, massive
I'd kill you all if I wasn't so passive
Instead I creep off to a booth and hold it solo
To study these people, you fuckin' filth
Walkin on my fifth, or maybe my sixth
Where every women represents the meaning of existence
I've no choice but to notice the one that consistently keeps me enlisted
Keeps me aware, she has no idea where my head sits
And if she did how do think she'd react, maybe double up and laugh?
Maybe catch some relief, place wagers on the theories, keep your eye on my trap
Emotions speak through me in the form of gratuity
Is this enough? Is there an underlying message?
Of course - every act deserves a/in response
It's my place to watch the one she takes, try to guess it
If I could only prove what I really feel
Maybe Just, would thrust her into my zone
Let's go, like *thump* time to pay the bill
Again the waitress and I both drive home alone, where you goin'?
Good Times (Sick Pimpin') Lyrics – Atmosphere
This next one goes out
To all the depressed women in the house
Whether you're taking the prozac the zanac or the paxil
Whatever the hell they put into that capsule
I want y'all to come up to the front of the stage
Grab me A shot of something along the way
Put A smile on the front of your head
[CHORUS]
Got A thing for the women that dont love themself
So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt
This time, this time is A good time
Good times
Got A thing for the women that dont love themself
So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt
And this town, this town, is A good town
A good time. A good time
You know while she's sitting by the window, she's waiting for her prince to come
And here I am on the opposite side of the room trying to pretend that I'm not that dumb
It goes older told and full of cold, but did I mention that it's well deserved
No let's make A mess, no let's make A baby, no let's make some hell on earth
Do you mind if I turn out the lights, if I'm going to be alone I'd rather do it in the dark
So I stare at half of A beer half wishing that the transmission would stay in par
She keeps the music down, so her neighbors don't complain
Keeps the drama up, so she doesn't forget the pain
I keep my ? inside the reaction
And hide my pride inside of my laughter
It goes
[CHORUS]
And I'll never forget the day you woke up
To find A whole different world underneath your socks
Forgot to check your pockets before you the checked the cost
Yes man, I saw the sign, no man I couldn't stop
Drop off, now look who got water on the lawn
Whatever it takes to calm your tongue
If this livingroom fills with anymore fuss
I'm going to cut my finger, I'm going to paint these walls
If anybody watched us
They probably called the cops, cause
Its obvious that neither one of us can adjust
Discussion becomes disgust
? the lady I thought she would save me from the bumrush
Enough is enough, but how much is too much
Why am I still just A sheep to your touch
Why can't I ever fall asleep at dusk
Why do I need to see everything crushed
It's A big map girl, it's yours if you asked
If it dont wash up to the shore you wont discover it
Stand to get hotter then your head with that other shit
Swallow it to chase to follow the suffering
But I'm still smiling, still up to no great
Still trying to relocate
Somewhere I'm going to find some work that matters
Til then all you get is my smirk and my laughter
It goes
[CHORUS]
To all the depressed women in the house
Whether you're taking the prozac the zanac or the paxil
Whatever the hell they put into that capsule
I want y'all to come up to the front of the stage
Grab me A shot of something along the way
Put A smile on the front of your head
[CHORUS]
Got A thing for the women that dont love themself
So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt
This time, this time is A good time
Good times
Got A thing for the women that dont love themself
So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt
And this town, this town, is A good town
A good time. A good time
You know while she's sitting by the window, she's waiting for her prince to come
And here I am on the opposite side of the room trying to pretend that I'm not that dumb
It goes older told and full of cold, but did I mention that it's well deserved
No let's make A mess, no let's make A baby, no let's make some hell on earth
Do you mind if I turn out the lights, if I'm going to be alone I'd rather do it in the dark
So I stare at half of A beer half wishing that the transmission would stay in par
She keeps the music down, so her neighbors don't complain
Keeps the drama up, so she doesn't forget the pain
I keep my ? inside the reaction
And hide my pride inside of my laughter
It goes
[CHORUS]
And I'll never forget the day you woke up
To find A whole different world underneath your socks
Forgot to check your pockets before you the checked the cost
Yes man, I saw the sign, no man I couldn't stop
Drop off, now look who got water on the lawn
Whatever it takes to calm your tongue
If this livingroom fills with anymore fuss
I'm going to cut my finger, I'm going to paint these walls
If anybody watched us
They probably called the cops, cause
Its obvious that neither one of us can adjust
Discussion becomes disgust
? the lady I thought she would save me from the bumrush
Enough is enough, but how much is too much
Why am I still just A sheep to your touch
Why can't I ever fall asleep at dusk
Why do I need to see everything crushed
It's A big map girl, it's yours if you asked
If it dont wash up to the shore you wont discover it
Stand to get hotter then your head with that other shit
Swallow it to chase to follow the suffering
But I'm still smiling, still up to no great
Still trying to relocate
Somewhere I'm going to find some work that matters
Til then all you get is my smirk and my laughter
It goes
[CHORUS]
In My Continental Lyrics – Atmosphere
[CHORUS]
In my Continental
Splinter off the mental
When you want the best show
Never accept anything less
Elements of purpose
True love from the first kiss
Spread it on the surface
Sit back and watch the progress
[VERSE 1: Slug]
T-t-t-t-t-t-teacher, teacher, how can I learn patience?
Planted in the middle and outside of your nation
Take the care to build a familiar foundation
Speak to the youth that keep the truth sacred
Free the, free the good inside your heart
Your neighborhood, it needs you to travel with your art
From New York to Cali, some day they'll all know
Cincinnati, Milwaukee, Chicago
Now I've come a long way from the younger days
When I used to look up curse words in my dictionary
If life's a game, gotta choose a side to play
If I gotta pick a position I'ma pick missionary
I've had a little bit too much to think tonight
But it's cool, I be alright, just make sure that I keep travellin
Your reactions only reinforce the previous thoughts
You'd feel the distance even if the bridge was collapsin
Well, kudos and props and every hollow desire
That you could conjure in an instant that it takes to breathe
I got my Duplos and blocks and Lincoln Logs for when it's time to build
I wait patiently for them to catch up to speed
(And I'll be)
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 2: Slug]
T-t-t-t-t-t-t-teacher, teacher, show me what you know now
Load up your van with musicians and go south
Visit Atlanta, Memphis, Tulsa, Texas
Plug in the decks, check the mics, fight the wreckage
Keep the, keep the motive in your movement
Let em know where you come from and show them how you do it
Children are the focus, give em one to grow with
Learn em how to take they minutes, turn em into moments
See, nowadays cats think they on some next
And they sacrifice they voice just to go over heads
If I felt as if I had somethin special to tell
Why would I work against myself and hide it under my belt?
I used to try to lace the phrases with magic tricks
Every paragraph needed translation attached to it
They saw the style, respected the craft
But all I did was confuse em, would try to get em to laugh
Painted pictures in the primer, no one got the pulp
Found the humor, the anger and the insult
Why should I waste any oxygen
Tryin to find the in-between-the-lines that they get lost within?
I'm out there for the craft, for the cause
The laughter, the applause, the passion for the flaws
The fact that I'ma draw some heads to what I'm feelin
Lift em all up until they try to touch the ceiling
Come on and reach the, reach the masses won by singular
They hold you and they smile when they feel what you can bring to the
Culture and sow it, cultivate the flow with
Breath control and he kept it whole, be-
Cause piece by piece the picture turns to puzzle
If you lose a few those that remain change into rubble
Freedom is a word not heard from those that own it
Can't fix the machine if you don't have the components
(And I'll be)
[CHORUS]
Cause we're not from this planet
We come from somewhere else
And you can't understand it
Cause you don't know yourself
But when the time is right
Our path will be unveiled
Till then you seek your light
While I sit and bite my nails
In my Continental
Splinter off the mental
When you want the best show
Never accept anything less
Elements of purpose
True love from the first kiss
Spread it on the surface
Sit back and watch the progress
[VERSE 1: Slug]
T-t-t-t-t-t-teacher, teacher, how can I learn patience?
Planted in the middle and outside of your nation
Take the care to build a familiar foundation
Speak to the youth that keep the truth sacred
Free the, free the good inside your heart
Your neighborhood, it needs you to travel with your art
From New York to Cali, some day they'll all know
Cincinnati, Milwaukee, Chicago
Now I've come a long way from the younger days
When I used to look up curse words in my dictionary
If life's a game, gotta choose a side to play
If I gotta pick a position I'ma pick missionary
I've had a little bit too much to think tonight
But it's cool, I be alright, just make sure that I keep travellin
Your reactions only reinforce the previous thoughts
You'd feel the distance even if the bridge was collapsin
Well, kudos and props and every hollow desire
That you could conjure in an instant that it takes to breathe
I got my Duplos and blocks and Lincoln Logs for when it's time to build
I wait patiently for them to catch up to speed
(And I'll be)
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 2: Slug]
T-t-t-t-t-t-t-teacher, teacher, show me what you know now
Load up your van with musicians and go south
Visit Atlanta, Memphis, Tulsa, Texas
Plug in the decks, check the mics, fight the wreckage
Keep the, keep the motive in your movement
Let em know where you come from and show them how you do it
Children are the focus, give em one to grow with
Learn em how to take they minutes, turn em into moments
See, nowadays cats think they on some next
And they sacrifice they voice just to go over heads
If I felt as if I had somethin special to tell
Why would I work against myself and hide it under my belt?
I used to try to lace the phrases with magic tricks
Every paragraph needed translation attached to it
They saw the style, respected the craft
But all I did was confuse em, would try to get em to laugh
Painted pictures in the primer, no one got the pulp
Found the humor, the anger and the insult
Why should I waste any oxygen
Tryin to find the in-between-the-lines that they get lost within?
I'm out there for the craft, for the cause
The laughter, the applause, the passion for the flaws
The fact that I'ma draw some heads to what I'm feelin
Lift em all up until they try to touch the ceiling
Come on and reach the, reach the masses won by singular
They hold you and they smile when they feel what you can bring to the
Culture and sow it, cultivate the flow with
Breath control and he kept it whole, be-
Cause piece by piece the picture turns to puzzle
If you lose a few those that remain change into rubble
Freedom is a word not heard from those that own it
Can't fix the machine if you don't have the components
(And I'll be)
[CHORUS]
Cause we're not from this planet
We come from somewhere else
And you can't understand it
Cause you don't know yourself
But when the time is right
Our path will be unveiled
Till then you seek your light
While I sit and bite my nails
Always Coming Back Home To You Lyrics – Atmosphere
To all my killers and my hundred dollar billers
To emo kids that got too many feelings
He held the register open while he counted her change
I was next in line which meant I was invisible
From where I stood I could see that the till was full
He didn't look the type to play superhero
So I stepped forth and paid for my cigarettes
Crept out the stores front door to chase a little breath
Bangles in my head, shake the song off
Another manic Monday night, its gonna be a long walk
A car pulled up, a fixed up cutlass
A woman and a child climbed out and left it running
They went inside of the deli, placed an order
With the extra dollar fifty bottled water cause the daughters picky
When they came out mommy gave me a glance
That said man can love an angel but he's got to take the chance
Already knew the deal, I lit one up and walk
So they got back in the Oldsmobile, belted up, and took off
Thug love on the corner by the walgreens
Lookin at me like I'm just another square saltine
As I get closer I notice that they showing each other sketches
Out of their notebooks, reminded me of my old roots
I walk pass with a nod and a reminisce
Swear to god hip hop and comic books was my genesis
Respect the life and the fashions of the children
It's the only culture I've got, exactly what we've been building
All of a sudden I'm in front of some man
No he's a youngin but he's got a gun in his hand
He looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no he looks afraid
Immediately apprehensive til I heard him say
"Do you want this It's not mine I promise
I found it on my block in between a couple garages
Didn't wanna leave it for a child to stumble over
I don't even know how to hold it."
It was a thirty eight, the poor man's machete
Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it's heavier then expected,
Wedged it behind my belt buckle
Knowing that its evil, even thought that I could smell trouble
The extra strength felt weak,
But over there on the corner saw what I needed and proceeded to cross the
Street
Put the heat in the mail box to loose it
Figured that the post office knows whats best to do with it
Mosey down the road thinkin' bout the old
I use to roam this zone with two feet of snow
Right here, this use to be a record shop
I've gotten love, I've gotten drunk, I've gotten beat up in that parking lot
I've had my lake street pride for three decades
These alleyways, and these streetlights have seen my best days
Before I was a germ learning how to misbehave,
All the way to the grave, south side is my resting place
Took a right on Lyndale I'm getting near
But then the road became empty and the people disappeared
The clouds ran away, opened up the sky
And one by one I watched every constellation die
And there I was frozen, standing in my backyard
Face to face, eye to eye, staring at the last star
I should've known, walked all the way home
To find that she wasn't here, I'm still all alone
No matter where I am, no matter what I do
I'm always coming back home to you
They can leave me for dead they can take away my true
I'm always coming back home to you
Through the lies and the sins that ride the wind that blew
I'm always coming back home to you
As sure as the life in the garden that you grew
I'm always coming back home to you
No matter where I am, no matter what I do
I'm always coming back home to you
If only I had known what you already knew
I'm always coming back home to you
From the heaven I've had to the hell I been through
I'm always coming back home to you
I'm always coming back home to you
To emo kids that got too many feelings
He held the register open while he counted her change
I was next in line which meant I was invisible
From where I stood I could see that the till was full
He didn't look the type to play superhero
So I stepped forth and paid for my cigarettes
Crept out the stores front door to chase a little breath
Bangles in my head, shake the song off
Another manic Monday night, its gonna be a long walk
A car pulled up, a fixed up cutlass
A woman and a child climbed out and left it running
They went inside of the deli, placed an order
With the extra dollar fifty bottled water cause the daughters picky
When they came out mommy gave me a glance
That said man can love an angel but he's got to take the chance
Already knew the deal, I lit one up and walk
So they got back in the Oldsmobile, belted up, and took off
Thug love on the corner by the walgreens
Lookin at me like I'm just another square saltine
As I get closer I notice that they showing each other sketches
Out of their notebooks, reminded me of my old roots
I walk pass with a nod and a reminisce
Swear to god hip hop and comic books was my genesis
Respect the life and the fashions of the children
It's the only culture I've got, exactly what we've been building
All of a sudden I'm in front of some man
No he's a youngin but he's got a gun in his hand
He looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no he looks afraid
Immediately apprehensive til I heard him say
"Do you want this It's not mine I promise
I found it on my block in between a couple garages
Didn't wanna leave it for a child to stumble over
I don't even know how to hold it."
It was a thirty eight, the poor man's machete
Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it's heavier then expected,
Wedged it behind my belt buckle
Knowing that its evil, even thought that I could smell trouble
The extra strength felt weak,
But over there on the corner saw what I needed and proceeded to cross the
Street
Put the heat in the mail box to loose it
Figured that the post office knows whats best to do with it
Mosey down the road thinkin' bout the old
I use to roam this zone with two feet of snow
Right here, this use to be a record shop
I've gotten love, I've gotten drunk, I've gotten beat up in that parking lot
I've had my lake street pride for three decades
These alleyways, and these streetlights have seen my best days
Before I was a germ learning how to misbehave,
All the way to the grave, south side is my resting place
Took a right on Lyndale I'm getting near
But then the road became empty and the people disappeared
The clouds ran away, opened up the sky
And one by one I watched every constellation die
And there I was frozen, standing in my backyard
Face to face, eye to eye, staring at the last star
I should've known, walked all the way home
To find that she wasn't here, I'm still all alone
No matter where I am, no matter what I do
I'm always coming back home to you
They can leave me for dead they can take away my true
I'm always coming back home to you
Through the lies and the sins that ride the wind that blew
I'm always coming back home to you
As sure as the life in the garden that you grew
I'm always coming back home to you
No matter where I am, no matter what I do
I'm always coming back home to you
If only I had known what you already knew
I'm always coming back home to you
From the heaven I've had to the hell I been through
I'm always coming back home to you
I'm always coming back home to you
Shhh Lyrics – Atmosphere
Such a pleasure to come home
Cuz I...I have a very special love for this city
Well all right, well okay [x3]
Well all right [x3]
I wanted to make a song about where I'm from
You know? Big up my home town, my territory, my state
But, I couldn't figure out much to brag about
Prince lives here, we got 10,000 lakes
But wait, the women are beautiful, to me they are
And we're not infested with pretentious movie stars
And it hit me, Minnesota is dope
If only simply for not what we have but what we don't
It's all fair, it ain't out there, it's in there
It's in the mirror, behind the breast under the hair
Follow the dream doesn't mean leave the love
Roam if you must, but come home when you've seen enough
I love New York and Cali, but I ain't movin'
Too overpopulated saturated with humans
And I'm not big on rappers, actors, or models
If I had to dip, I'd probably skip to Chicago
None of this is to diss no one, nowhere
Like damn, I'm from Minnesota, land of the cold air
Too many mosquitoes and our fair share of egos
But like my man Sabe says, that's where my mommy stays
[Chorus:]
So if the people laugh and giggle when you tell em where you live
Say shhh, say shhh
And if you know this is where you wanna raise your kids
Say shhh, say shhh
If you're from the Midwest and it doesn't matter where
Say shhh, say shhh
If you can drink tap water and breathe the air
Say shhh, say shhh
Got trees and vegetation in the city I stay
The rent's in the mail and I can always find a parking space
The women outnumber the men two to one
Got parks and zoos and things to do with my son
The nightlife ain't all that, but that's okay
I don't need to be distracted by the devil every day
And the jobs ain't really too hard to find
In fact, you could have mine if you knew how to rhyme
This is for everyone around the planet
That wishes they were from somewhere other than where they standin'
Don't take it for granted, instead take a look around
Quit complaining and build something on that ground
Plant something on that ground, dance and sleep on that ground
Get on your hands and knees and watch the ants walk around
That ground Make a family, make magic, make a mess
Take the stress, feel your motivation and build your nest
It sucks that you think where I'm from is wack
But as long as that's enough to keep your ass from coming back
And with a smile and a hint of sarcasm, he said
"I beg your pardon but this is my secret garden"
All right
(In the land of ice and snow)
Well okay
(In the land of ice and snow)
Well all right
(In the land of ice and snow)
Well okay
(Minneapolis, Minneapolis, Minneapolis, Minneapolis)
[Repeat Chorus]
If the playground is clear of stems and syringes
Say shhh, say shhh
If there's only one store in your town that sells 12-inches
Say shhh, say shhh
If no one in your crew walks around with a gun
Say shhh, say shhh
And if you ain't gonna leave cause this is where you're from
Say shhh, say shhh
Well alright, well okay [repeated in background]
St. Cloud, Minnesota
Mankato, Minnesota
Duluth, Minnesnowta
Kansas City
St Louis, Missouri
Columbia, Missouri
Oshkosh, Wisconsin
Madison
Milwaukee
Cincinnati, Ohio
Columbus, Ohio
Boulder, Colorado
Lawrence, Kansas
Tulsa, Oklahoma
Sioux Falls, South Dakota
Ann Arbor, Michigan
Indianapolis
Say shhh..
Minneapolis [repeat to fade]
Cuz I...I have a very special love for this city
Well all right, well okay [x3]
Well all right [x3]
I wanted to make a song about where I'm from
You know? Big up my home town, my territory, my state
But, I couldn't figure out much to brag about
Prince lives here, we got 10,000 lakes
But wait, the women are beautiful, to me they are
And we're not infested with pretentious movie stars
And it hit me, Minnesota is dope
If only simply for not what we have but what we don't
It's all fair, it ain't out there, it's in there
It's in the mirror, behind the breast under the hair
Follow the dream doesn't mean leave the love
Roam if you must, but come home when you've seen enough
I love New York and Cali, but I ain't movin'
Too overpopulated saturated with humans
And I'm not big on rappers, actors, or models
If I had to dip, I'd probably skip to Chicago
None of this is to diss no one, nowhere
Like damn, I'm from Minnesota, land of the cold air
Too many mosquitoes and our fair share of egos
But like my man Sabe says, that's where my mommy stays
[Chorus:]
So if the people laugh and giggle when you tell em where you live
Say shhh, say shhh
And if you know this is where you wanna raise your kids
Say shhh, say shhh
If you're from the Midwest and it doesn't matter where
Say shhh, say shhh
If you can drink tap water and breathe the air
Say shhh, say shhh
Got trees and vegetation in the city I stay
The rent's in the mail and I can always find a parking space
The women outnumber the men two to one
Got parks and zoos and things to do with my son
The nightlife ain't all that, but that's okay
I don't need to be distracted by the devil every day
And the jobs ain't really too hard to find
In fact, you could have mine if you knew how to rhyme
This is for everyone around the planet
That wishes they were from somewhere other than where they standin'
Don't take it for granted, instead take a look around
Quit complaining and build something on that ground
Plant something on that ground, dance and sleep on that ground
Get on your hands and knees and watch the ants walk around
That ground Make a family, make magic, make a mess
Take the stress, feel your motivation and build your nest
It sucks that you think where I'm from is wack
But as long as that's enough to keep your ass from coming back
And with a smile and a hint of sarcasm, he said
"I beg your pardon but this is my secret garden"
All right
(In the land of ice and snow)
Well okay
(In the land of ice and snow)
Well all right
(In the land of ice and snow)
Well okay
(Minneapolis, Minneapolis, Minneapolis, Minneapolis)
[Repeat Chorus]
If the playground is clear of stems and syringes
Say shhh, say shhh
If there's only one store in your town that sells 12-inches
Say shhh, say shhh
If no one in your crew walks around with a gun
Say shhh, say shhh
And if you ain't gonna leave cause this is where you're from
Say shhh, say shhh
Well alright, well okay [repeated in background]
St. Cloud, Minnesota
Mankato, Minnesota
Duluth, Minnesnowta
Kansas City
St Louis, Missouri
Columbia, Missouri
Oshkosh, Wisconsin
Madison
Milwaukee
Cincinnati, Ohio
Columbus, Ohio
Boulder, Colorado
Lawrence, Kansas
Tulsa, Oklahoma
Sioux Falls, South Dakota
Ann Arbor, Michigan
Indianapolis
Say shhh..
Minneapolis [repeat to fade]
"God Loves Ugly" (2002)
- Onemosphere Lyrics – Atmosphere
- The Bass And The Movement Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Give Me Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Fuck You Lucy Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Hair Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Godlovesugly Lyrics – Atmosphere
- A Song About A Friend Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Flesh Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Saves The Day Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Lovelife Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Breathing Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Vampires Lyrics – Atmosphere
- A Girl Named Hope Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Godlovesugly Reprise Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Modern Man's Hustle Lyrics – Atmosphere
- One Of A Kind Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Blamegame Lyrics – Atmosphere
- Shrapnel Lyrics – Atmosphere
Onemosphere Lyrics – Atmosphere
[Slug]
Atmosphere... Atmosphere.... Atmosphere
[Slug]
Atmosphere and maybe you don't like us
But of all the stars in the sky believe we're one of the brightest
My life is as trite as your favorite rap record
And I'm posessed with that insight that enables me to laugh better
From the last letter back to the A come around my way
Out of the wrapping paper with out the fucking holiday
Can't never be captured but they can toy with my shell
But only after they walk a mile backwards through b-boy hell
From hear on out the sun rises at noon thirty
And didn't quit pressing till the whole f-ing room heard me
Soon the birdy will fly with or with out the wings
As straight as the equator, as nosy as the outscenes
Let the poppers pop let the breakers break
Make the dj's and the assholes and all the rappers snakes
Well most rap writers are wierdos now a days
So I hang out with myself and a rafter and a belt
Every chapter that I happen to skim
Appears if it must of been written by me or the brothers grim
And the moral to the story comes equipped with a sting
Once again I'm picked for the wrong fucking team (fucking team)
[Slug]
Now I'm sleeping on floors of temporary friends
But I'm keeping the store front as clean as I can
And I'm sweeping the sky for today's revelation
And I'm needing some time and some proper ventillation
And I'm building a house for everyone to hold
And I'm filling your mouth with the keys to my soul
And your spitting me out piece together the puzzle
You got to get it all out while your learning how to juggle
And the bricks weigh more then they led you to believe
Remember never let nobody leave you to believe
September was the first time I had to breathe
So I learned to hate harvest, started at a trick up it's sleave
Not fucking with the jones'es, I guess that I been jones'en so much
Nothing gets noticed but the mess
And I'm smokin' my stress through and empty beer can
And it goes one Minnesota, two Minnesota, three
And Atmosphere.....
Atmosphere... Atmosphere.... Atmosphere
[Slug]
Atmosphere and maybe you don't like us
But of all the stars in the sky believe we're one of the brightest
My life is as trite as your favorite rap record
And I'm posessed with that insight that enables me to laugh better
From the last letter back to the A come around my way
Out of the wrapping paper with out the fucking holiday
Can't never be captured but they can toy with my shell
But only after they walk a mile backwards through b-boy hell
From hear on out the sun rises at noon thirty
And didn't quit pressing till the whole f-ing room heard me
Soon the birdy will fly with or with out the wings
As straight as the equator, as nosy as the outscenes
Let the poppers pop let the breakers break
Make the dj's and the assholes and all the rappers snakes
Well most rap writers are wierdos now a days
So I hang out with myself and a rafter and a belt
Every chapter that I happen to skim
Appears if it must of been written by me or the brothers grim
And the moral to the story comes equipped with a sting
Once again I'm picked for the wrong fucking team (fucking team)
[Slug]
Now I'm sleeping on floors of temporary friends
But I'm keeping the store front as clean as I can
And I'm sweeping the sky for today's revelation
And I'm needing some time and some proper ventillation
And I'm building a house for everyone to hold
And I'm filling your mouth with the keys to my soul
And your spitting me out piece together the puzzle
You got to get it all out while your learning how to juggle
And the bricks weigh more then they led you to believe
Remember never let nobody leave you to believe
September was the first time I had to breathe
So I learned to hate harvest, started at a trick up it's sleave
Not fucking with the jones'es, I guess that I been jones'en so much
Nothing gets noticed but the mess
And I'm smokin' my stress through and empty beer can
And it goes one Minnesota, two Minnesota, three
And Atmosphere.....
The Bass And The Movement Lyrics – Atmosphere
[Sample]
And we know how to make some music
And the music ain't supposed to stand still
And little bit of, you know little bits of Negro?
Into the music isn't enough
Music is all consuming, let me tell you...
[Slug]
You should have stuck with the original plan: To be a little man
Should have kept it simple, before the shit hit the fan
Give the kid a nipple cause he sucks
Take the microphone from his fist he doesn't know how to clutch
You wanna treat it like a playground?
Well we can joke about your take down
And let your pride get hurt when I tug on your skirt
Like "Shut the fuck up! Professionals are tryin' to work."
And to the people that don't feel us: Fuck em'
Don't need em', can't see em', never leave em', never loved em'
Stuff em' full of dick till the hole rips
And let em' know that's what they get for that ho shit
"Ooh my goodness, Slug went up and flipped his style
I haven't really heard a mac like this in a while"
Bullshit! Still broke and I still fake the smile
Go ahead and download my dick to a file
Yo, you heard Slug sing his songs about women
Like he must be a weak link, I know I can fuck with em'
For those who wanna ride, come on, climb aboard
I'ma be an asshole for as long as I'm exhorted
You either call my bluff or turn the volume up
And make noise for the women that swallow stuff
And put your hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is "The Bass and the Movement"
[Sample]
I have a friend here who needs to put the brakes on. He's getting old.
And if he could put the brakes on time, he'd be coo'
The brakes...the brakes...the brakes...the brakes...
[Slug]
Step, step, step, step, step, step off
You know you gotta get lost because you know your soft
Huh huh step, step, step, step, step, stepped on
Is all you gunna get when you try to test the Sean
You need to park that bitch and get a starter kit
You might as well hire me to come write your shit
At least then nobody'll know who you bit
It won't hurt so much when they don't like your shit
Silly buddy in a puddle of beer
Quit steppin' in my cum and get your gum out your ear
"I heard your new song son, yo this your year"
Why don't you run along and tell your girl to bring it here
You got no balance, combined with no talent
Disgraceful, you can catch a face full of phallice
Color me callused on a retribution tangent
How'd the love die!? How'd the hell you lose the magic?
These cats is lazy, layin' down on the job
I call Musab, this whole playground'll get robbed
Those your props? Gimme that.
Your girl? Gimme that.
A three pack of Jimmy hats
I show you who the skinny mack
You can keep the change. Hit me back when you're stable
If she give good brains she can play with the halo
"Don't worry you're in good hands, I'm a good man.
Misunderstood? Nah, just sick of the program."
I only speak to put(?) ammonia in the bleach
An orphanage, I'm here to get a portion of the piece
So play the leach: Suck me dry
Dot your "T's", cross your eyes
And blow me counterclockwise
So either call my bluff, or turn the volume up
And make noise for the women that swallow stuff
And put your hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"
I'll keep this brief, I just wanna say peace
And be quiet if you love the police
Now put your hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"
So either call my bluff, or turn the volume up
And make noise for the women that swallow stuff
And put your hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"
From the top of Fiji, to the bottom of Christina Ricci
Big ups if you bought my CD
Now put your hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"
And we know how to make some music
And the music ain't supposed to stand still
And little bit of, you know little bits of Negro?
Into the music isn't enough
Music is all consuming, let me tell you...
[Slug]
You should have stuck with the original plan: To be a little man
Should have kept it simple, before the shit hit the fan
Give the kid a nipple cause he sucks
Take the microphone from his fist he doesn't know how to clutch
You wanna treat it like a playground?
Well we can joke about your take down
And let your pride get hurt when I tug on your skirt
Like "Shut the fuck up! Professionals are tryin' to work."
And to the people that don't feel us: Fuck em'
Don't need em', can't see em', never leave em', never loved em'
Stuff em' full of dick till the hole rips
And let em' know that's what they get for that ho shit
"Ooh my goodness, Slug went up and flipped his style
I haven't really heard a mac like this in a while"
Bullshit! Still broke and I still fake the smile
Go ahead and download my dick to a file
Yo, you heard Slug sing his songs about women
Like he must be a weak link, I know I can fuck with em'
For those who wanna ride, come on, climb aboard
I'ma be an asshole for as long as I'm exhorted
You either call my bluff or turn the volume up
And make noise for the women that swallow stuff
And put your hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is "The Bass and the Movement"
[Sample]
I have a friend here who needs to put the brakes on. He's getting old.
And if he could put the brakes on time, he'd be coo'
The brakes...the brakes...the brakes...the brakes...
[Slug]
Step, step, step, step, step, step off
You know you gotta get lost because you know your soft
Huh huh step, step, step, step, step, stepped on
Is all you gunna get when you try to test the Sean
You need to park that bitch and get a starter kit
You might as well hire me to come write your shit
At least then nobody'll know who you bit
It won't hurt so much when they don't like your shit
Silly buddy in a puddle of beer
Quit steppin' in my cum and get your gum out your ear
"I heard your new song son, yo this your year"
Why don't you run along and tell your girl to bring it here
You got no balance, combined with no talent
Disgraceful, you can catch a face full of phallice
Color me callused on a retribution tangent
How'd the love die!? How'd the hell you lose the magic?
These cats is lazy, layin' down on the job
I call Musab, this whole playground'll get robbed
Those your props? Gimme that.
Your girl? Gimme that.
A three pack of Jimmy hats
I show you who the skinny mack
You can keep the change. Hit me back when you're stable
If she give good brains she can play with the halo
"Don't worry you're in good hands, I'm a good man.
Misunderstood? Nah, just sick of the program."
I only speak to put(?) ammonia in the bleach
An orphanage, I'm here to get a portion of the piece
So play the leach: Suck me dry
Dot your "T's", cross your eyes
And blow me counterclockwise
So either call my bluff, or turn the volume up
And make noise for the women that swallow stuff
And put your hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"
I'll keep this brief, I just wanna say peace
And be quiet if you love the police
Now put your hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"
So either call my bluff, or turn the volume up
And make noise for the women that swallow stuff
And put your hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"
From the top of Fiji, to the bottom of Christina Ricci
Big ups if you bought my CD
Now put your hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"
Give Me Lyrics – Atmosphere
I'm a slow typer, a so-so writer
Been the shit ever since I was an infant in diapers
And Imma be dope all the way to the end
From the cradle to the grave, the pampers to the depends
Get enough love, got enough friends
But on a regular basis, it's safe to say I got the bends
And I didn't mean to ignore that vibe you sent
I guess my mind was probably on my rent
I got my mind on my tummy and my tummy on my mind
Some assembly required, let me run it down the line
The factory is open, time card punched
Until lunchtime, it's crunch time
Back to work fool.
First rule is to keep the verse true, even if it hurts you
You gotta wear the pain like a stain
Respect the listener, respect the game
Because there's more to gain than just some dinner and fame
Gimme the money, but don't you dare stop there
Gimme the mic, that's the tool, and I play it cool
Gimme the life, I seen things that used to be dreams
Gimme the love, my name's Slug, gimme a pound or a hug
And I'mma play this game
I just wanna say all I really want is for you to remember my name
And Imma run for as long as I'm allowed
Hope to god I inspire some of yall
See I'm that cat that used to sit in the back and study
Looking for some proof that god loves ugly
Flash forward a decade later in your town
Somehow a good number of yall got down
And it's solid, fresh, dope, whatever you wanna call it
Not bad for an aspiring sociopathic alcoholic
Aw shit, look at Slug, still rockin the same outfit
Tryin' to make the belly grow bigger than the wallet
Hey yo man, how you doin, how you been
Just makin it cool to rap about love again
Not the hippie stuff, I'm talkin bout that bitch that gets you nuts
(Did he say bitch?) Yo I'm sorry, don't tell my baby's mommy
Speakin of baby,
There'll be a crateful of albums for my son to page through
Thinkin daddy was a gun
With a handful of heads that put me up til they had some samples from
Ant and fake them what the fuck I said
Still goin, still maintainin, still standin in the land of snow and purple
Rain
And I'm still waitin for my date to kiss me or slap me
Cause there ain't no way that I can be happy when I'm happy
Gimme the money, but don't you dare stop there
Gimme the mic, that's the tool, and I play it cool
Gimme the life, I've seen things that used to be dreams
Gimme the love, my name's Slug, gimme a pound or a hug
And I'mma play this game
I just wanna say all I really want is for you to remember my name
And Imma run for as long as I'm allowed
Hope to god I inspire some of yall
I've had the pleasure of speaking with some of you (yeah you)
Come on now, don't act like you don't know who I'm talkin to
After that show, when you approached me like you know me
The cd I sold you, the secrets that you told me
On that world you vision, through the layers of tears
The ones you choke and keep hidden when the players are near
I watch you chase it with beers and frustration and fear
Try to figure out why the hell I came here
Well I don't know either, and I'm not ready to take a breather neither
All I know is I'm still a believer
So you can beat me up, or you can beat me off
Pick a side, any side, and let me do my job
If you've got a lot of love to give, but you don't know who to give it to
Imma turn out the lights and light this cigarette
And write a song about you (this one's for you)
Gimme the money, but don't you dare stop there
Gimme the mic, that's the tool, and I play it cool
Gimme the life, I've seen things that used to be dreams
Gimme the love, my name's Slug, gimme a pound or a hug
And I'mma play this game
I just wanna say all I really want is for you to remember my name
And Imma run for as long as I'm allowed
Hope to god I inspire some of yall
Please god (but don't you dare stop there)
That's the tool and I play it cool
I've seen things that used to be dreams
The name's Slug, girl, gimme a hug
Been the shit ever since I was an infant in diapers
And Imma be dope all the way to the end
From the cradle to the grave, the pampers to the depends
Get enough love, got enough friends
But on a regular basis, it's safe to say I got the bends
And I didn't mean to ignore that vibe you sent
I guess my mind was probably on my rent
I got my mind on my tummy and my tummy on my mind
Some assembly required, let me run it down the line
The factory is open, time card punched
Until lunchtime, it's crunch time
Back to work fool.
First rule is to keep the verse true, even if it hurts you
You gotta wear the pain like a stain
Respect the listener, respect the game
Because there's more to gain than just some dinner and fame
Gimme the money, but don't you dare stop there
Gimme the mic, that's the tool, and I play it cool
Gimme the life, I seen things that used to be dreams
Gimme the love, my name's Slug, gimme a pound or a hug
And I'mma play this game
I just wanna say all I really want is for you to remember my name
And Imma run for as long as I'm allowed
Hope to god I inspire some of yall
See I'm that cat that used to sit in the back and study
Looking for some proof that god loves ugly
Flash forward a decade later in your town
Somehow a good number of yall got down
And it's solid, fresh, dope, whatever you wanna call it
Not bad for an aspiring sociopathic alcoholic
Aw shit, look at Slug, still rockin the same outfit
Tryin' to make the belly grow bigger than the wallet
Hey yo man, how you doin, how you been
Just makin it cool to rap about love again
Not the hippie stuff, I'm talkin bout that bitch that gets you nuts
(Did he say bitch?) Yo I'm sorry, don't tell my baby's mommy
Speakin of baby,
There'll be a crateful of albums for my son to page through
Thinkin daddy was a gun
With a handful of heads that put me up til they had some samples from
Ant and fake them what the fuck I said
Still goin, still maintainin, still standin in the land of snow and purple
Rain
And I'm still waitin for my date to kiss me or slap me
Cause there ain't no way that I can be happy when I'm happy
Gimme the money, but don't you dare stop there
Gimme the mic, that's the tool, and I play it cool
Gimme the life, I've seen things that used to be dreams
Gimme the love, my name's Slug, gimme a pound or a hug
And I'mma play this game
I just wanna say all I really want is for you to remember my name
And Imma run for as long as I'm allowed
Hope to god I inspire some of yall
I've had the pleasure of speaking with some of you (yeah you)
Come on now, don't act like you don't know who I'm talkin to
After that show, when you approached me like you know me
The cd I sold you, the secrets that you told me
On that world you vision, through the layers of tears
The ones you choke and keep hidden when the players are near
I watch you chase it with beers and frustration and fear
Try to figure out why the hell I came here
Well I don't know either, and I'm not ready to take a breather neither
All I know is I'm still a believer
So you can beat me up, or you can beat me off
Pick a side, any side, and let me do my job
If you've got a lot of love to give, but you don't know who to give it to
Imma turn out the lights and light this cigarette
And write a song about you (this one's for you)
Gimme the money, but don't you dare stop there
Gimme the mic, that's the tool, and I play it cool
Gimme the life, I've seen things that used to be dreams
Gimme the love, my name's Slug, gimme a pound or a hug
And I'mma play this game
I just wanna say all I really want is for you to remember my name
And Imma run for as long as I'm allowed
Hope to god I inspire some of yall
Please god (but don't you dare stop there)
That's the tool and I play it cool
I've seen things that used to be dreams
The name's Slug, girl, gimme a hug
Fuck You Lucy Lyrics – Atmosphere
Leave me never would you, you show could I if [6x]
She said that she still wants a friendship
She cant live her life without me as a friend
I cant figure out why I'd give a damn to what she wants
I don't understand the now before the then
Most of this garbage I write
That these people seem to like
Is about you
And how I let you infect my life
And if they got to know you
I doubt that they would see it
They'd wonder what i showed you
How you could leave it
A friend in Chicago said that I should stay persistant
If I stay around, I'm bound to break resistance
Fuck you Lucy for defining my existence
Fuck you and your differences
Ever since I was a young lad
With a part time dad
It was hard to find happiness inside of what I had
I studied my mother
I digested her pain
And vowed no woman on my path would have to walk the same
Travel like sound across the fate ladder
I travel with spoon to mix this cake batter
And i travel with feels so i can deal with touch
Its like that
Thank you very much
Fuck you very much
Yes
Yes it is
And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Yes
Yes it is
And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Fuck the what happend
I got stuck
They can peel pieces of me off the grill of her truck
Used to walk with luck
Used to hold her hand
Fell behind and played the role of a slower man
I wanna stand on top of this mountain and yell
I wanna wake up and break up this lake of hell
I feel like a bitch for letting the sheet twist me up
The last star fighter is wounded time to give it up
On a pick it up mission
Kept it bitter
Getting in a million memories just to forget her
The difficulty in keeping emotions controlled
Cookies for the road
Took me by the soul
Hunger for the drama
Hunger for the nurture
Gonna take it further
The hurt feels like murder
Interperate
The eyes
Read the lines on her face
The sunshine is fake
How much time did i waste?
Fuck you Lucy for leaving me
Fuck you Lucy for not needin me
I wanna say fuck you
Because i still love you
No, I'm not OK
And I don't know what to do
Yes
Yes it is
And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Yes
Yes it is
And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Do I sound mad?
Well I guess I'm a little pissed
Every action has a point
Five points make a fist
You close em
You swing em
It hurt when it hits
And the truth can be a bitch
But if the boot fits
I got an idea
You should get a tattoo that says warning
That's all, just a warning
So the potential victim
Can take a left and safe breath
And avoid you
Sober and upset in the morning
I wanna scream Fuck you Lucy
But the problem is i love you Lucy
So instead
I'm gonna finish my drink,and have another
While you think about how you used to be my lover
(Fuck you)
Yes
Yes it is
And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Yes
Yes it is
And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Leave never would you, you show could I if.....
She said that she still wants a friendship
She cant live her life without me as a friend
I cant figure out why I'd give a damn to what she wants
I don't understand the now before the then
Most of this garbage I write
That these people seem to like
Is about you
And how I let you infect my life
And if they got to know you
I doubt that they would see it
They'd wonder what i showed you
How you could leave it
A friend in Chicago said that I should stay persistant
If I stay around, I'm bound to break resistance
Fuck you Lucy for defining my existence
Fuck you and your differences
Ever since I was a young lad
With a part time dad
It was hard to find happiness inside of what I had
I studied my mother
I digested her pain
And vowed no woman on my path would have to walk the same
Travel like sound across the fate ladder
I travel with spoon to mix this cake batter
And i travel with feels so i can deal with touch
Its like that
Thank you very much
Fuck you very much
Yes
Yes it is
And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Yes
Yes it is
And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Fuck the what happend
I got stuck
They can peel pieces of me off the grill of her truck
Used to walk with luck
Used to hold her hand
Fell behind and played the role of a slower man
I wanna stand on top of this mountain and yell
I wanna wake up and break up this lake of hell
I feel like a bitch for letting the sheet twist me up
The last star fighter is wounded time to give it up
On a pick it up mission
Kept it bitter
Getting in a million memories just to forget her
The difficulty in keeping emotions controlled
Cookies for the road
Took me by the soul
Hunger for the drama
Hunger for the nurture
Gonna take it further
The hurt feels like murder
Interperate
The eyes
Read the lines on her face
The sunshine is fake
How much time did i waste?
Fuck you Lucy for leaving me
Fuck you Lucy for not needin me
I wanna say fuck you
Because i still love you
No, I'm not OK
And I don't know what to do
Yes
Yes it is
And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Yes
Yes it is
And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Do I sound mad?
Well I guess I'm a little pissed
Every action has a point
Five points make a fist
You close em
You swing em
It hurt when it hits
And the truth can be a bitch
But if the boot fits
I got an idea
You should get a tattoo that says warning
That's all, just a warning
So the potential victim
Can take a left and safe breath
And avoid you
Sober and upset in the morning
I wanna scream Fuck you Lucy
But the problem is i love you Lucy
So instead
I'm gonna finish my drink,and have another
While you think about how you used to be my lover
(Fuck you)
Yes
Yes it is
And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Yes
Yes it is
And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Leave never would you, you show could I if.....
Hair Lyrics – Atmosphere
And she still wonders why I'm so insecure she giggles
Because I sleep with the...
[Girl] can I throw panties on stage, like can I be a fucking groupie
And just fuck you because you're on stage
And other girls want to fuck you?
[Slug] See bands like us don't get groupies
[Girl] Noooo?
[Slug] yeah
[Girl] you guys are full of shit
[Slug] No it's not full of shit I mean have you guys ever heard our songs
I mean basically?
[Girl] That's what I'm saying
[Slug] Exactly that's what I'm saying
Smile, smile with me, smile with me, smile with me, please won't you...
Oh look at her she's looking as good as dinner
And she's looking back at me as if maybe I'm a winner
I'm in my late twenties little girl don't flirt with me
I've got the capapbilities to program your circutry
You don't have to believe me do yourself a little justice
Don't let slug undercook your muffins
Wait wait wait did I just say that I did must be losing it
Because it almost felt like it might just have some truth in it
Now back to the platter at hand she said she's twenty-one
And quit school to go work for the man
A switch up in the plan now she's happy as a chorus
Cause now she makes rent and now she drives a Taurus
Unwinding hanging out at the bar,
I wonder if she knows that I'm not really a star
She seems to be impressed by lack of an ego and my self-aware style,
I like the way that she smiles
She want to know how I find the words
I do I don't really know but I can lie if you want me to
Angels sing to me in my sleep,
I sold my damaged soul for the magic of speech
And now she's laughing she likes the sarcasm
So naturally I'm asking if she 's got a captain
She says a captain what?
You mean a man at home the answer is no I came to this bar alone
Well heavens to betty enough about boyfriends already
Just trying to keep the conversation petty
Beacuse as much as I would like to play in the forest
Ain't no way this girl is going to break into my fortress
I've never made a practice of introducing the matress
To women that I meet at my own gig
I don't know can't imagine anything as alchohol and hormones
Turning out to be anything big
But babys hella beautiful and even kind of bright
I got the fire of a vampire inside me tonight
Might be alright eveything seems tight
I've got a good buzz and she's giving me the green light
So tell me girl what ya doing after
She says hopefully hanging out with my new favorite rapper
Now wait a minute that's not fair your throwing boulders
I can tell by the way your hair touches your shoulders
Be straight with me and I'll be me with you
I can think of some of us that we should do so if you think
I'm coming home with you tonight you're probably right
You're pobably right a few more beers a couple more laughs
Undressing my past with the questions she asks
Yes, I love cats and I would love to take a bath
If I spent the night would you massage my back
She's closing in for the embrace
And slightly tucks her hand under my face
Her hair smells so good I got to have a taste
Where's your ford let's ditch this place
And in the parking lot she sparked it off
She must be starving for someone to hit the harp
I've never been kissed with such passionate bliss
Porn star damn near tore my lips apart
Honey slow it up hold it up start the car
Let's leave this garage le'ts go to your apartment
Lyndale ave. on the way to the her rest
Her drunk ass turn to look at me and she says
You're so beautiful from the hair to the soles
I know, can't belive that I never met you before
Feels liike I've been waiting for you me whole life
She missed the red light we hit a pick-up truck and we both DIED
Because I sleep with the...
[Girl] can I throw panties on stage, like can I be a fucking groupie
And just fuck you because you're on stage
And other girls want to fuck you?
[Slug] See bands like us don't get groupies
[Girl] Noooo?
[Slug] yeah
[Girl] you guys are full of shit
[Slug] No it's not full of shit I mean have you guys ever heard our songs
I mean basically?
[Girl] That's what I'm saying
[Slug] Exactly that's what I'm saying
Smile, smile with me, smile with me, smile with me, please won't you...
Oh look at her she's looking as good as dinner
And she's looking back at me as if maybe I'm a winner
I'm in my late twenties little girl don't flirt with me
I've got the capapbilities to program your circutry
You don't have to believe me do yourself a little justice
Don't let slug undercook your muffins
Wait wait wait did I just say that I did must be losing it
Because it almost felt like it might just have some truth in it
Now back to the platter at hand she said she's twenty-one
And quit school to go work for the man
A switch up in the plan now she's happy as a chorus
Cause now she makes rent and now she drives a Taurus
Unwinding hanging out at the bar,
I wonder if she knows that I'm not really a star
She seems to be impressed by lack of an ego and my self-aware style,
I like the way that she smiles
She want to know how I find the words
I do I don't really know but I can lie if you want me to
Angels sing to me in my sleep,
I sold my damaged soul for the magic of speech
And now she's laughing she likes the sarcasm
So naturally I'm asking if she 's got a captain
She says a captain what?
You mean a man at home the answer is no I came to this bar alone
Well heavens to betty enough about boyfriends already
Just trying to keep the conversation petty
Beacuse as much as I would like to play in the forest
Ain't no way this girl is going to break into my fortress
I've never made a practice of introducing the matress
To women that I meet at my own gig
I don't know can't imagine anything as alchohol and hormones
Turning out to be anything big
But babys hella beautiful and even kind of bright
I got the fire of a vampire inside me tonight
Might be alright eveything seems tight
I've got a good buzz and she's giving me the green light
So tell me girl what ya doing after
She says hopefully hanging out with my new favorite rapper
Now wait a minute that's not fair your throwing boulders
I can tell by the way your hair touches your shoulders
Be straight with me and I'll be me with you
I can think of some of us that we should do so if you think
I'm coming home with you tonight you're probably right
You're pobably right a few more beers a couple more laughs
Undressing my past with the questions she asks
Yes, I love cats and I would love to take a bath
If I spent the night would you massage my back
She's closing in for the embrace
And slightly tucks her hand under my face
Her hair smells so good I got to have a taste
Where's your ford let's ditch this place
And in the parking lot she sparked it off
She must be starving for someone to hit the harp
I've never been kissed with such passionate bliss
Porn star damn near tore my lips apart
Honey slow it up hold it up start the car
Let's leave this garage le'ts go to your apartment
Lyndale ave. on the way to the her rest
Her drunk ass turn to look at me and she says
You're so beautiful from the hair to the soles
I know, can't belive that I never met you before
Feels liike I've been waiting for you me whole life
She missed the red light we hit a pick-up truck and we both DIED
Godlovesugly Lyrics – Atmosphere
I wear my scars like the rings on a pimp
I live life like the captain of a sinking ship
The one thing that i can guarantee
I'm like a stepping razor, i suggest you stay fair with me
Been payin dues for a decade plus,
Before that i was just another face on the bus
Tappin my foot, to the beat on the radio
Dreamin 'bout the mic and the money and the ladies
Oh mom, i promise im gonna be large
Someday im gonna stop tryin to borrow your car
Gonna go far, with charisma and skill
Until they put my face on a million dollar bill
Atmosphere, its just a ten letter word
Discretion is the name of my cement-feathered bird
And if you didnt hear, fuck whatevers heard
I think you got the sickness i suggest you get it cured
Caught up in the mix, of a bottle full of fix
Im gonna hobble down the street 'til i reach knob creek
Its not that i dont like you, i just dont wanna speak
You fuckin freak
Now keep your days out my week
The world keeps a balance, through mathematics
Defined by whatever youve added and subtracted
Im pushin on the hammer, to trigger the brain
Embrace how i live it, god loves ugly
[chorus]
God loves ugly...
Once upon a time in minneapolis, yo
I damn near had to steal the show
I stepped on the stage, who is it?
My names slug ive come to kill a couple minutes
Whats up with the way, that everybody gathers around each other
So they can steal each others sound
If its all about gettin down with the get down
How long i gotta wait for these fools to sit down?
Appears more clear in its simplest form
Nobody sees tears when youre standing in a storm
Abandoning the norm, and handling the harvest
Measuring the worth by the depth of the hardships
I welcome all the hatred you can aim at my name
I held on to the sacred ways of how to play the game
When the soldiers started runnin short on rations
I began tappin the egg, to spark the hatchin
Make it happen
And take this captain to the gallows
I keep steerin us into an area thats shallow
Talkin to my shadow, he advised me not to worry
He said i should plant my tree and let it rise out of the fury
So give me some light, a little love and some liquid
Im gonna creep through the night
And put a plug in the spigot
And when the water grows
And the dam starts to overflow
Ill float atop the flood, holding on to my ugly
[chorus]
Why scream, when you can lose yourself inside the wide-screen
Let life be a bowl of melted ice cream
Or be the deer thats caught in my high beams
Im rollin with the lights on, scared stiff
Reality is just too much to bear with
Paranoid, walkin around careless
No wonder youre in love with your therapist
Go to sleep my little time bomb
I live life like the captain of a sinking ship
The one thing that i can guarantee
I'm like a stepping razor, i suggest you stay fair with me
Been payin dues for a decade plus,
Before that i was just another face on the bus
Tappin my foot, to the beat on the radio
Dreamin 'bout the mic and the money and the ladies
Oh mom, i promise im gonna be large
Someday im gonna stop tryin to borrow your car
Gonna go far, with charisma and skill
Until they put my face on a million dollar bill
Atmosphere, its just a ten letter word
Discretion is the name of my cement-feathered bird
And if you didnt hear, fuck whatevers heard
I think you got the sickness i suggest you get it cured
Caught up in the mix, of a bottle full of fix
Im gonna hobble down the street 'til i reach knob creek
Its not that i dont like you, i just dont wanna speak
You fuckin freak
Now keep your days out my week
The world keeps a balance, through mathematics
Defined by whatever youve added and subtracted
Im pushin on the hammer, to trigger the brain
Embrace how i live it, god loves ugly
[chorus]
God loves ugly...
Once upon a time in minneapolis, yo
I damn near had to steal the show
I stepped on the stage, who is it?
My names slug ive come to kill a couple minutes
Whats up with the way, that everybody gathers around each other
So they can steal each others sound
If its all about gettin down with the get down
How long i gotta wait for these fools to sit down?
Appears more clear in its simplest form
Nobody sees tears when youre standing in a storm
Abandoning the norm, and handling the harvest
Measuring the worth by the depth of the hardships
I welcome all the hatred you can aim at my name
I held on to the sacred ways of how to play the game
When the soldiers started runnin short on rations
I began tappin the egg, to spark the hatchin
Make it happen
And take this captain to the gallows
I keep steerin us into an area thats shallow
Talkin to my shadow, he advised me not to worry
He said i should plant my tree and let it rise out of the fury
So give me some light, a little love and some liquid
Im gonna creep through the night
And put a plug in the spigot
And when the water grows
And the dam starts to overflow
Ill float atop the flood, holding on to my ugly
[chorus]
Why scream, when you can lose yourself inside the wide-screen
Let life be a bowl of melted ice cream
Or be the deer thats caught in my high beams
Im rollin with the lights on, scared stiff
Reality is just too much to bear with
Paranoid, walkin around careless
No wonder youre in love with your therapist
Go to sleep my little time bomb
A Song About A Friend Lyrics – Atmosphere
[Slug]
These headphones keep me from rememberin' (rememberin')
Also guilty of letting me not forget (also guilty)
What type of harvest will September bring? (beckoning)
Everyone to put him to that test (Somebody please kill me)
I've got a sickness, it feels like love
It's not contagious, take off the gloves
Drop your defenses, apply a coat of perfect
I'll form the sentences you try to interpret
It'd all be so simple if I was rich (But I'm not)
But I'm not so I compensate with thought (I got a lot)
I got a lot of nothin' that you need to know (Ay yo)
You would think he wasn't aware of the glow (Where'd you go?)
Swimmin' in a bottle of imposters
Losin' my ground in the name of takin' it farther
We can thumb wrestle or we can make a daughter
I thought it was supposed to get easier when you worked harder
Stole the city, I still feel helpless
Baited the hook and caught me a shellfish (?selfish?)
I'm gonna gut it, clean it, cook it, feed it to a she(?)
And see if I can get her to need me
[Chorus x2]
And now I'm standin' at the bottom of the steps
And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress
And I'm willin' to bet that she'd move if she knew
So I'ma tap her on the shoulder, I'ma give her a clue
[Slug]
All it takes is a stroll down the street
A pro and he greets and he sold the life to me
Showed you the meaning of the artery he keeps on the end of his sleeve
As he pretends he can breathe
Lend me a piece of your superiority
I feel alone on this mission, I'm wishin' there was more of me
A pair of me, apparently I'm a parasite caught inside a paradox
A paradise, a parody, the hair police have got what you need
For you to get over me and move on with Godspeed
I'd let it all go and break eggs for a livin'
If I wasn't so conditioned to just take what I'm given
Get it, got it, catch it, caught it, and lost it
Yet I can't stop it, it's embedded in my optics
Plus the frustration is a product of the gossip
If you can't walk away can you at least change the topic?
Overextended the amount of time allotted
Broke the engine, I don't know, cracked the block
Now I'm standin' at this gravel roadside festival
And I ain't tryin' to move cause this view is incredible
[Chorus x2]
Standin' at the bottom of the steps
And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress
And I'm willin' to bet that she'd move if she knew
So I'ma tap her on the shoulder, I'ma give her a clue
[Slug]
Fall in love with all of she (Fall in love with all of she)
Hasn't stopped callin' me (Hasn't stopped callin' me)
Message in a bottle (There's a message in a bottle)
And I stepped inside a pothole (I stepped inside a pothole)
Somehow forgot my name (Somehow forgot my name)
Blew out the flame (She blew out the flame)
A means to an end (A means to an end)
Can't even be friends, it's a song about a friend
She's still in my dreams (She steals all my dreams)
Angel spread your wings (Angel spread your wings)
Tryin' to comprehend (I'm still tryin' to comprehend)
Can't even be friends, it's a song about a friend
These headphones keep me from rememberin' (rememberin')
Also guilty of letting me not forget (also guilty)
What type of harvest will September bring? (beckoning)
Everyone to put him to that test (Somebody please kill me)
I've got a sickness, it feels like love
It's not contagious, take off the gloves
Drop your defenses, apply a coat of perfect
I'll form the sentences you try to interpret
It'd all be so simple if I was rich (But I'm not)
But I'm not so I compensate with thought (I got a lot)
I got a lot of nothin' that you need to know (Ay yo)
You would think he wasn't aware of the glow (Where'd you go?)
Swimmin' in a bottle of imposters
Losin' my ground in the name of takin' it farther
We can thumb wrestle or we can make a daughter
I thought it was supposed to get easier when you worked harder
Stole the city, I still feel helpless
Baited the hook and caught me a shellfish (?selfish?)
I'm gonna gut it, clean it, cook it, feed it to a she(?)
And see if I can get her to need me
[Chorus x2]
And now I'm standin' at the bottom of the steps
And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress
And I'm willin' to bet that she'd move if she knew
So I'ma tap her on the shoulder, I'ma give her a clue
[Slug]
All it takes is a stroll down the street
A pro and he greets and he sold the life to me
Showed you the meaning of the artery he keeps on the end of his sleeve
As he pretends he can breathe
Lend me a piece of your superiority
I feel alone on this mission, I'm wishin' there was more of me
A pair of me, apparently I'm a parasite caught inside a paradox
A paradise, a parody, the hair police have got what you need
For you to get over me and move on with Godspeed
I'd let it all go and break eggs for a livin'
If I wasn't so conditioned to just take what I'm given
Get it, got it, catch it, caught it, and lost it
Yet I can't stop it, it's embedded in my optics
Plus the frustration is a product of the gossip
If you can't walk away can you at least change the topic?
Overextended the amount of time allotted
Broke the engine, I don't know, cracked the block
Now I'm standin' at this gravel roadside festival
And I ain't tryin' to move cause this view is incredible
[Chorus x2]
Standin' at the bottom of the steps
And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress
And I'm willin' to bet that she'd move if she knew
So I'ma tap her on the shoulder, I'ma give her a clue
[Slug]
Fall in love with all of she (Fall in love with all of she)
Hasn't stopped callin' me (Hasn't stopped callin' me)
Message in a bottle (There's a message in a bottle)
And I stepped inside a pothole (I stepped inside a pothole)
Somehow forgot my name (Somehow forgot my name)
Blew out the flame (She blew out the flame)
A means to an end (A means to an end)
Can't even be friends, it's a song about a friend
She's still in my dreams (She steals all my dreams)
Angel spread your wings (Angel spread your wings)
Tryin' to comprehend (I'm still tryin' to comprehend)
Can't even be friends, it's a song about a friend
Flesh Lyrics – Atmosphere
[scratched]
"Get off the mic and get off the coke!"
"On the count of three"
"1...2..."
"one for the cuervo, two for line"
"Get off the mic and get off the coke!"
"Get off the coke!"
[Chorus: Slug]
We came here to slit your throat
You came here to sniff some coke
Kid don't fall like all the rest
Cuts through soul and cuts through flesh
[Slug]
When they started to scream
I thought I might, geez, singin
"Everything good ain't as good as it seems"
Get ripped like flesh, you got kitten's pride
I'll make a mess on your set and your dress
Handle my business, or handle your princess
When I was younger, was no different
It's all effort, taste the sweat
Screamin at the earth, cause she don't hate me yet
Slug HAS to give a fuck, I know better
MAN, I'm just a rapper on luck
Still stuck in the same mind state I grew up
Still paranoid, still waitin to duck, What
Tryin not to get caught in the plague
Got a lot to say before your dumb ass walks away
Load up one verse, let it boom
Like a gunburst and left your head sun burnt
[I Self Devine]
Can I... run up in your settlement
Should I... bring wash like the government
The flow is dangerous as unguarded children
Runnin the streets in a project buildin'
So desensitized, got no feelings
Numb to the world, 6'4, with the 5 foot ceilings
The math is inaccurate, broken dialect, English ambassadors
Henesey fifth to the lips and the blunt of this
Weed call, great food, seutures, we feelin it
I be porno whipped, house looking show ownership
When we know he just a worker
Makin five fifty somethin, barely controlling shit
Keep frontin, I'ma hurt ya
Now your face getting scraped by asphalt
Off a somersault, flesh wound
Bring in a bag of salt
[cut sample]
[Musab]
Surprise y'all, come to bed
My nut stains look like wet Wonderbread
White and thick, I don't ever bite my lip
Give a damn if you like my shit
The box is full of foxes
Standin topless, lickin the splotches
Here kid, want to sniff some coke?
Rhymesayers Entertainment, we ship the dope
Your dick's short and funny like Piscopo
Give it up, man, how you gonna stick the dough
Pay me anyway, and you can have that tramp
I can get another lady any day
They gonna ban my shit like Joe Camel
Come off like a sandal, spittin the flow ammo
Believe it, get a pack of Whitecastle Cheesesticks
And PEEP the remix
[Aesop Rock]
Smart for the whips, fiddle frame parchment
March for the clique, Jughead motor like a mineark on the power cables
Chewing through the ?? My slang letter dopeman pretty
No free pony rides, no basket of kittens
No Playdoh fun bags to reep for Christening
Little courts rainbows, Pegasus and Wizards
Just me shoving caine in the gash in your throat with the premise
Middle of New York with a sack full of action
Cash with the school kids toke crack with magnums
Def Jukie, jet black, black lungs, black hoodie
Both crushin with a musket pressed to the musk of the budget
And I'm a must of the crunk shit
YOU GET DOWN
You don't know the meaning of dope anyhow
You probably think I'm a joke by now
But we got more clay and more coke then y'all
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[scratch samples]
"Good God!"
"Oh my God"
"God, God"
"God Damn!"
"God helped me change" - [Slug of Atmosphere]
"Pray to God that you could be like us" - [Grandmaster Flash]
"God damn...damn" - [Run DMC]
"Oh my"
"Lord!"
"CUT!" - [James Brown]
"God Knows!"
"GOD GOD GOD"
"Oh Lord"
"Dear God" - [Snoop Dogg]
"and damn it"
"God Damn!"
"Good Lord"
"Get off the mic and get off the coke!"
"On the count of three"
"1...2..."
"one for the cuervo, two for line"
"Get off the mic and get off the coke!"
"Get off the coke!"
[Chorus: Slug]
We came here to slit your throat
You came here to sniff some coke
Kid don't fall like all the rest
Cuts through soul and cuts through flesh
[Slug]
When they started to scream
I thought I might, geez, singin
"Everything good ain't as good as it seems"
Get ripped like flesh, you got kitten's pride
I'll make a mess on your set and your dress
Handle my business, or handle your princess
When I was younger, was no different
It's all effort, taste the sweat
Screamin at the earth, cause she don't hate me yet
Slug HAS to give a fuck, I know better
MAN, I'm just a rapper on luck
Still stuck in the same mind state I grew up
Still paranoid, still waitin to duck, What
Tryin not to get caught in the plague
Got a lot to say before your dumb ass walks away
Load up one verse, let it boom
Like a gunburst and left your head sun burnt
[I Self Devine]
Can I... run up in your settlement
Should I... bring wash like the government
The flow is dangerous as unguarded children
Runnin the streets in a project buildin'
So desensitized, got no feelings
Numb to the world, 6'4, with the 5 foot ceilings
The math is inaccurate, broken dialect, English ambassadors
Henesey fifth to the lips and the blunt of this
Weed call, great food, seutures, we feelin it
I be porno whipped, house looking show ownership
When we know he just a worker
Makin five fifty somethin, barely controlling shit
Keep frontin, I'ma hurt ya
Now your face getting scraped by asphalt
Off a somersault, flesh wound
Bring in a bag of salt
[cut sample]
[Musab]
Surprise y'all, come to bed
My nut stains look like wet Wonderbread
White and thick, I don't ever bite my lip
Give a damn if you like my shit
The box is full of foxes
Standin topless, lickin the splotches
Here kid, want to sniff some coke?
Rhymesayers Entertainment, we ship the dope
Your dick's short and funny like Piscopo
Give it up, man, how you gonna stick the dough
Pay me anyway, and you can have that tramp
I can get another lady any day
They gonna ban my shit like Joe Camel
Come off like a sandal, spittin the flow ammo
Believe it, get a pack of Whitecastle Cheesesticks
And PEEP the remix
[Aesop Rock]
Smart for the whips, fiddle frame parchment
March for the clique, Jughead motor like a mineark on the power cables
Chewing through the ?? My slang letter dopeman pretty
No free pony rides, no basket of kittens
No Playdoh fun bags to reep for Christening
Little courts rainbows, Pegasus and Wizards
Just me shoving caine in the gash in your throat with the premise
Middle of New York with a sack full of action
Cash with the school kids toke crack with magnums
Def Jukie, jet black, black lungs, black hoodie
Both crushin with a musket pressed to the musk of the budget
And I'm a must of the crunk shit
YOU GET DOWN
You don't know the meaning of dope anyhow
You probably think I'm a joke by now
But we got more clay and more coke then y'all
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[scratch samples]
"Good God!"
"Oh my God"
"God, God"
"God Damn!"
"God helped me change" - [Slug of Atmosphere]
"Pray to God that you could be like us" - [Grandmaster Flash]
"God damn...damn" - [Run DMC]
"Oh my"
"Lord!"
"CUT!" - [James Brown]
"God Knows!"
"GOD GOD GOD"
"Oh Lord"
"Dear God" - [Snoop Dogg]
"and damn it"
"God Damn!"
"Good Lord"
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