Atmosphere Album

[Slug]
Hence forth, step within my psychoanalysis
callouses upon my mind make me strain for my lines
out I ripped it, squeeeeezed the brain: it made some liquid
drained it in a cup and then I sipped it
Atmosphere! The mic let me clutch it
thoughts take flight so fit the Slug in your pipe and take a puff kid
fuck it! I heat it like a tea pot - steam hot
upon the roof: shoot a marble with the verbal slingshot
take aim, here I came, I'm the same
Back in '86, I'da tag my name upon your window pane
stained the mind: a deep shade of residue
voices within the head make choices multiple
multiply Spawn, Slug a little buzz
and Atmosphere the scuds, cuz here come the judge
blasted; so past the kid a mic so we can paint this
image of the gifted-anxious, to flip the language
it's the noun meltdown from the outer-shell
now smell the burning flesh fresh from the hell-bound
and come on down here, this mind path, I'm half-
mathematic Atmospheric staff with the rhyme craft
Lyricscomin to capture, your after-laughter
while I'm hangin from this rafter, I have to rip this rapture
cuz the cramps in my stomach, dismantle
when I tamper wit your amplify, you damn-you die...


Why try?
The sky presents an eternally unfolding spectacle:
One moment puffs of cumulous clouds get across it
and next a billowing thunderhead
perhaps 10 miles high looms over the horizon
probing the structure of the sky...
Why try?

[Slug]
Cause I can read an emcee from front to back
from the cover to the classified - I've pacified
my mind with my rhyme skills - I climb hills
and leap, foolish twitch with a single bound
sending tingles down your spine, designed to swing a pound
this ax_handle_tripled inch_spike_protruding
from the tip of my mic distrubuting fuckin headshots
shots to your head, now your're knee-deep, you need sleep
as you trutch thru the sludge and the slugs and the bird shit
we swarm with the bees and diseases
and even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids
I've swarmed with the bees and diseases
and even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids

[Spawn]
Yea muthafucka! you know who you fuckin with
you know what kind ass whooping comes with this
your whole crew could get some of this,
your wack ass fuck kids is what the subject is
roughnecks live, for only a second
then they give oblivion's, what you've stepped in
your reps token, should have been lookin
I'm sick of you bitch-ass crews when:
you tried take what's not your but 'cha couldn't
take mine, your fake rhymes - spit them you shouldn't
what will it be now? another victory
ayo who will it be now? it's Spawn that emcee
complete, a true champ - stamped that on my essence
amped shootin presence, fattenin each fuckin sentence
when its time, then it's time to go
that's what I know, be rippin mics at every show we flow
but who's got my back though?

[Slug]
Stress, Beyond, ANT, the Slug

[Spawn]
so you bests be on your way before there's trouble...

[Sample: "Have you heard it? Sing along.
If you didn't hear it you're gonna hear it right now."]

[Slug]
Bam, the door way opened for me
I saw ways and told the story
Raw day dreams of holding glory
Junior high,
Hall way king
Lockin' faggot MCs
Beat boxin', breakin' Zulu Nation wannabees
It didn't take long to see who would stay strong
High school upon
Some B-Boys put their gang bangs on
But some kept on doing
Step on to ruin
Others that were pursuing the same shit we thought we ruled in
But what a surprise
The passion for being the best
Puts a quest for allies to rest
Dead
LyricsIn the Midwest where heads
Is just a hand full
In a land of gangstas
Players, replacements, priests, banjos
We scramble
To break MCs that may appreciate it
Guided by their envy insecurity and their hatred
Separated by the gimmie props technique
And a desire to be the tops this week
I gotta floss the speak
Cause talk is cheap
Even the broke kids can afford it
That's why I stand close and if you're dope then I'm supportive
But if not
We'll keep the mic warm
For the next one
Respect the artform
And make your wishes on the stars born

Within the movement
Fact checkin' tryin' to completely avoid all channels of backstepping
From the lines of paint on the concrete
They reside on Lake Street
To the way we close our eyes to sleep
And drift through Deep Space 9 type shit
To find this
I've been around for as long as sound
I've been to that not so fresh faze
And that not so serious state but I've evolved
Metamorphed manifestate

I used to be young, dumb and full of vision
Like it was religious rituals
I made initial decisions
I wanted to be a rapper world renown
From Minneap to the Bronx
Capture girls in crowns
Snap, crackle and stomp
That's what I found
The abyss that sits in-between the one that holds the mic and those that
don't even listen
Formed some crews
Rocked talent shows at schools
Saturdays on the 18 make my way down to the record pool
I met a grip of people that was bullshit
Was down with a lot of people that was bullshit
But I pull shit from the asshole of an angel before I let him hassle and
strangle
The love triangle between me the mic and the turntable
Went to studios
We want to make demos
We want to do shows and rock our own instrumentals
Do our own production
Fuckin' around with this kid Kazir
Nitwit engineer
Barely knew his own equipment, Atmosphere
The prefix was urban
Wrecked shows
Made friends made foes
Overall we made flows
And right now as I sit here writing this
I'm buggin' off the people in my life that made me like this

Within the movement
Fact checkin'
Tryin' to completely avoid all channels of backsteppin'
From the lines of painted concrete
that reside on Franklin Ave
To the dead bird on the elevator
To that short in your cross fader
I never got lost later
For efforts to pester
Just throw your hands up in the air like a leper
I've been to that not so fresh faze
And to that not quite so serious state
Metamorph manifestate

Well sometimes it rings and I don't answer it
That's it no asterisks
No thirst to find the circumstances
It was planted in me deep
It was nurtured and it grew
Gave it sleep and nutrition
It was efficient let it through
There are a few that have developed when I let them in my spectrum
For the rest of em
I give them just enough to cause infection
Not trippin' on attention
But if you ? it's welcome
Open arms patient charms
I know the words and I can spell them
Seldom is it
When one inquisits
Do they leave with this interest
In fact most begin crave the business
Bringin' me to the table
That's it no more no less
The love the life the stress
Slug, the mic, the mess
Testin'
Yes, I've been tested and I've tested some
I'm not sayin' I'm the best
Believe I'm not
Like the rest of em
Just sayin' I'm better than you
That's my mind state
My rhymes take me into
When I check one two
I guess some do get pissed
But intentions were to inspire
Built the empire before I get tired
The ones that tare me down don't know it
But they're the same ones that build me
Now quietly in your head say, "Yes you can feel me."

[Sample: "Asking himself, even before the curtain goes up, what am I?
I am now 80 years old, and more, and I am determined to find precisely
what I am, what I amount to. They tell me I am everything, they flatter
me everyday, of my life. I am now going to subject myself to a rigorous
test in order to find out really what I am. I don't care about? I don't
about rule, anymore. It is of no importance to me, as such, but I must
find out what I am before I die."]

I Peep Rap City High Like To My Eyesight
Witnesses Bitches And Kids Frontin To Bring A Shit
You Get Nothing From This Write Redundant To Bring The Dumb Shit
I Neva Half Ass My Blast Leaves You Overcome-Ed
The Basement Aroma Should Have Waited For You're Diploma
Instead You Dropped Out Now You Grabb The Microphone Ta
Let The Fox Out A Box Out The Center
Rippin To End Your Agenda Cuz Im The Microphone Binga
Since You Started Rhyming You Been Barred From Flyin
Trying To Push Me To (Peat)? I Didnt Buy Your Tape Cuz Pussy Is Cheap.
Pushing Me Deep So I Brush It To Fuck It.
You Get Busted To Rubbish Because My Stuff Is Conducted.
On Some Thouroughness That Fuck The World Shit Dont Make It Happen.
You Roll Without Friends But That Sure Dont Attract Them.
The Five Man Travelin Band I Stand Saggin My Pants
Caramel Skin Color The Slim Brother.
I Cancel And Contort Your Financial Support
Anrs Ridiculed For Havin Thoughts To Deliver You
Give Your Crew Brain Lacerations.
Your Having Dreams About Stardom Is Only Fame Masterbation
My Name Is Has Awaken The Criterion
LyricsSo Judgement Is Passed Anyone Budges I Blast
Bust In That Ass And Got Class For The Clone
Brothers Need To Relax Strait To The Back Like Domes?

Where You At To All The Bad Heads With The Word
Where You At And If You Getting Fed By The Herb
Where You At And All The Brothers Keeping Shit Tough
Where You At And Others Talking Shit About Us... Bitch

No Excuses I Feel That There's None Needed
I Know That You Resent Me Cuz I Study How Im Greeted.
Im Quick To Touch The Mic For The Rep And For The Loot
Im Known Around My Village As The Mouth That Likes To Shoot
Now I No Longer Have Time For Your Irrelivance
Because The Ignorace Is Just As Dangerous As The Inteligence
Its All About The Passege Im Trying To Grasp It
And Hopfully My Son Will Forgive Me For My Habits
I Manage To Pity Those Flavorless With Shitty Flows.
Amped Of Their Camp Actin Out Their Favorite Videos
Save It Give Me Those Trophes You Call Balls For My Display Case
Now Walk Away And Save Face Fuck The Beef Even You Belive It Aint Needed
I Know That Deep Down You Respect Me Cuz You Study How Im Greeted
Its Sewing Up Seams, Its Pluggin Holes,
Slug Knows Its Takes More Than Toy Flows And A B-Boy Prose
See, He Keeps It Clear And He Strikes The Fear
And He Caught A Grammy For Marketing Strategy Of The Year
Where Oh Where Is The Server Current Status Mcs Need To Take Their Bras Off An Burn Them.

Where You At To The Ones In The Front With Their Hands In The Air Like They Just Dont Care
Where You At And For The Kids In The Back Tack-Fully Surveying The Stage To See Whos Wack
Where You At And To The Ones That Grab The Mics At Shows House Partys Or By Themselves (Goahead Get Your Flow On Man)
Where You At And For That Kid Crawling Out Of Bed At Night Putting Fame On Trains Bus Benches And Stop Lights
Lavish Il Never Have It I Get To Happy Doing Atmospheric Damage To Your Amaturish Madness
Lavish Il Never Have It I Get To Happy Doing Atmospheric Damage To Your Amaturish Madness
Check Your Current Status

Spoken: Yo this is dedicated, to this girl that I dated
Complicated maze, Complicated maze

[Verse 1]
At first sighting, only a stranger to my eyes, couldn't keep them off me
I'm sure your friend recognized, I didn't care, I had to stare, stood there at attention
Not many words mentioned still I felt the thought connection, wanted to sex then
Got to know you wanted more, Things got complex when
You had a man and wasn't sure
My thoughts were pure, Is it gonna be him? Or is gonna be me?
Cause that's the way I have to have it
Grasped the idea, Ms scribble head Talia
Wanted you to feature but your man is screwing up the procedure
What is it that you say? I'm on your mind all day
But still say you're content, how the situation lay
Why you play? Why do you stay? There's something better
Know you felt it when you received my first poetic letter
Why you fronting? Tell me something
Is it that you want your cake and stuff it down your face too?
Did I have to chase you?
Why oh why do you cry?
LyricsInstead of afraid of losing me I think that you're confusing me a lot
No wait a minute stop, bring that back I missed a page
Was it that time of the month or were you going through a phase?

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Complicated maze. This crazed bitch is perfect
Come back in later days. Talk to me when you're certain
You're always changing. Never stay the same person
Come back in later days. Talk to me when you're certain

[Verse 2]
Miss Merry weather, the partial, the martial artist of fake imitation love products
Now facing you is irritation
Know you used to have me placing you on pedestals like a goddess
Personality changes it seemed to me you were the oddest
Soon to depart us like red seas by Moses
Our friendship's diseased, unfeasible, hopeless
No reasonable answers to my question of focus, Caused my tension
Nothing made sense when you replied with a tied tongue
Said you feared abusiveness, I never swung
Why all these excuses miss? What have I done?
Figured I had the right kind of lady, yeah maybe it was fun, for you
But not for me, I found it quite unamusing
You were using me as a bridge just to pass what was left behind
Play times for dangerous minds, but why'd it have to be mine?
Why'd it have to be mine?

[Slug - speaking]
Now I'm not really trying to come of abrasive
but why you messing with my mans head?
I mean I'm spending time trying to keep his mind on rhymes and beats
and you're a distraction. I mean you got my man just shook
I mean honestly I guess what I'm trying to say is...

[Chorus]

Virgin torn from sleep, the newborn
(*Slug speaking* 'Why are you doing this? See you're too old to be playing games')
And it was easy to get too deep, the water was lukewarm

Virgin torn from sleep, the newborn
(*Slug speaking* 'you wanna come back?')
And it was easy to get too deep, the water was lukewarm

[Verse 3]
Do you know what today is?
It's the third anniversary, you came back to flirt with me
For certain, you must mistake me for a fool
See I know how you are, I see those tricks in you
Tried to make amends, there's something new
Had problems with your friend, so it's me you always run to
Come to, and smell the coffee, go drink the pot with extra caffeine
Cause next to acting you win awards for cloudy vision
Tired of vision for the what, why and when
Will this repetition end, step away and give me oxygen
Not interested in talking, say nothing keep walking go bout your away
See the colors of these areas have started turning gray
See you later goodnight, got no more candles to light
Yo its time to move along cause baby something isn't right
Still I'm glad I met you, its too bad you screwed it up
The only thing I regret is that I didn't get to (fuck)

[Chorus]

{*spoken till finish: 'I was blind and now I see'*}

(Anonymous)
Why don't you get the fuck back to your seat cuz I don't like you!

(Slug)
Hey Spawn tell me a joke
Hahahahaha
Hey yo Spawn, what you doing?
Hahahaha!

(Slug)
I sever heads just to sharpen my skills
Zoom in on braids like a John Carpenter kills
Surprise, that's the element, your confidence is delicate
Never recuperates, I leave your mutant sell of it
Break the victim down to a jelly consistency
The brain twisted spits, now tell me who gets with me
I felt they were listening and the smell of fear amps me
Sweet tooth, room full of candy wrappers, I get antsy
Mission activated, attention captivated
Vocals ring bring the so-called king unstages assassinated
You're nice, where you from?
LyricsThat's the question I ask
Distraction got struck pull their heart out their ass
To blast this nuclear, when the crew appears
So sheek shelter, the only helpful advice
Is that you should steer clear of the exits
I take reps and make messes
Broken, when the spot closes we're off to breakfast
Invested breath, skills, adrenaline
Refill the guth into my hut to build with the pentagon
From Henipen to Lexington the first section conquered
Laid seeds in the soil, preeped to props and on'em???

(Spawn)
It's 4:30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
It's 4:30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
It's 4:30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
It's 4:30 AM, do you know where your head's at?

(Slug)
Can't expect everyone to see shit the way I see it
Can't expect anyone to be dope the way I be it
So be it, atmospherly stew like sunbeams
To snap you like a bungee when the Sayers takes the country
Hungry, and this emptyness makes me grumpy
Take an emcee, stuff him between some bread cheese and lunch me
It's just a snack, rely on Ant to thrust a track
Into the mind as I slip behind the whack and crush his back
Must react, if we don't we have no work
So I stomp them, let a steam remove remains upon the astroturf
Now who's eager? To be made a believer?
It wakes the dead when I shake a rival's head until his teeth hurt
Need jerk, when I yank your brain into a beaver
And melt the weak channels in your receiver
You need to keep your beaver in your pants
Fuck your leisure and your plans
I wear a Van Halen T-shirt
Bust a stance and crush your plans
It's all inside the flows balance, we figure well
Your style has the personality of a speak????
You need development to reach the plateau I'm at
So take a fat step back so I don't mistake you as a bat

(Spawn)
It's 4:30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
It's 4:30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
It's 4:30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
It's 4:30 AM, do you know where your head's at?

[Verse 1 : Slug]
I woke up on the wrong side of my head
converts the day into search for awake until I go to bed
I drove up, but misplaced the directions they learned
ignored the arrows and the signs
just follow the sense
I don't know whether or not you can comprehend
levers and knobs got stripped and that was just within the launch of it
they found me up in up to my neck
all they saw was his head on top the ocean
it didn't stop the motion,
they kept goin'
perfect, didn't recognize Slug
or the effects he'd have when he disrupts the class
mission bound, twisting around my realm of lost
cash is expensive, I think O can smell the cost
decomposure, something died right behind that wall
TV gave me all I needed
it only took a phone call
paid by the minute
85%'s a second coming
Lyricsall over the breasts of she who left the water running
flood the basement, drowned the MC's and centipedes
filed complaints, civil suits and try to sue the sidle tendancies
energy drained, drain plugged -- hence the flood
find the fault line, shift plate, take blame off of Slug

[Beyond]
Adjustments - they need to be constructed,
Adjustments - they need to be constructed,
Adjustments - they need to be constructed,
Adjustments - they need to be constructed,
Adjustments

[Verse 2 : Slug]
Aiyo Money lets sit down if you've got the time
cuz if can take the time I've got some substance on my mind
no I don't really know you, but i know who you are
we've spoke a few times, joked a few times
we even toked a few times
I can remember one time purchasing weed from you once
yeah it was worth it
one time we even discussed maybe hooking up and workin'
it didn't happen, but that's not the reason for this
I know I should just get to the point
so lets all get to the point
but lets all get to the point
you may get pissed at what I'm about to spit
bottom line is mad or not somebody needs to say this shit
when I'm finished, you might wanna fight
but I don't wanna fight, i've seen you fight
go ahead get wild, and I'll still smile for bein' right
see me and mics are like marriage -- make's life complete
and you've been fuckin' with nasal drugs renders love obsolete
I dare to speak upon you, not to front on you
but I'd rather address this here matter
than have to duck and shun you
it's getting close to harvest, time to count your livestock
all I've got for a hype is a 5 spots to shovel my sidewalk
it's still within you, I can see it, I think it froze
'cuz you keep cooling it off putting winter in your nose

[Beyond]
Man, I don't know about you no more kid
I mean look at your shit, I mean your shits all off balance
I mean I don't know, your fucking with these drugs and shit
I just don't know, I don't know

Adjustments - they need to be constructed
Adjustments - they need to be constructed

[Verse 3: Slug]
Adjustments they remain, but not just for the purpose of adaption
cuz that's natural, I'm trying to stay alert to actions
surroundings became more dangerous
the more familar i've became with strangers
and the more I've focused on they strangeness
strain with this, but i guess that's out of choice,
he pinned me down, gave me the right to shut up after I used my voice
well guess what? Fuck You
and that's all I wanted to say
go tell your kids about my crew and the next venue we're gonna play
stressed out, but that's nothing new everyone is
and it's gonna stay that way cuz nowadays that's how we're running shit
punishment: that's just another fancy way to say it's time to wake up
fuck your fame I'm trying to build some game for my man Jacob
that's my son
some say spittin' image
same smile different grimace
when grown I hope he's never prone to heed the limits
of life, life probably the biggest word I've ever said,
that says alot cuz there's a whole lot of words inside my head
death almost a quarter deep, still ain't learned to cope
I struggle to see the horizon while I'm hanging from this rope

[Beyond]
Adjustments - they needed to be constructed
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed
Adjustments
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed
Adjustments
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed

When I first landed the damage was outlandish
anguish, anxiousness, and taking it for granted
but when I first landed I was so relieved I lost my focus
so we exceeded recommended dosages
now I hold the crib? that holds the soul that holds the poet skills
exlcusive it leaves illusions of unfocused flows
I don't suppose you're taking too much time
breaking too much mind trying to unravel the parable?
that dismantled and left the lines in need of some assembly
so I can find the secret key and free all the emcees
this planet spins on a thin axis
all axis passes won't help you to grasp the atmos'
I mean, what did you think
my agenda was to freestyle, smile, get paid to smoke weed,
and grab the mic and spoonfeed?
there's more to this than just paying the rent
if you're riding on this song you need to ride it to the end

[Chorus]
what could you say as the Earth gets further and further away?
planets as small as balls of clay (x4)
Lyrics
some shells get broke
some keep their wigs closed
some get exposed as little man big pose
some make moves and some stay daydreamers
but everbody seems to want some loot, food amd a beemer
well make mine hunter green with camel insides,
10 percent tips, Mr. Pibb and some french fries
inch by inch I take it closer to the shoulder
but day by day it's getting harder to stay sober
once again on the edge, head's inebriated
movement needs motive, it's easier to be sedated
what makes me mighty and another tiny?
why does my psyche give a damn about whether or not you like me?
if this crime's right I might be wrong
I grip this mic tight because it's all I really have a grip on
so let the losers lose and let the players play
the difference is the day to the dust some clay, what

[Chorus - 4X]

who's world is that? it ain't mine, and I'm grateful
already got a plate full of clay on my table
I'm capable of handling fate, I know this
so do the people that get pissed when this microphonist spits
too many get caught up in the lines that emcees thought up
but it's clear to me the ones that fear me are the one's that outta
I spot a blemish on your planet's existence
I deliver subtle terror submerged in clever sentences
instantly pissin? away the misfits
the only residue that came of the hypothecially spew they sprayed
when they swayed I'd have em
half of 'em can't fathom
where the 'Mats? from
I may be on those
you can ask 'em
at last, when we get down to it
there's more than sand and fluid
in how I revolve and evolve
can we solve the secrets? No.
can we take trinkets? No.
so when the ink hits it's more than just a sequenced flow
I can't bring you with me so I'm a leave me here
centuries from now they're gonna study Atmosphere
carefully I steer, I'm aware life is fatal
when I go, I wanna go like Ho, taken by the play-dough

[Chorus - 4X]

And now with the following
collection of goolish sounds...
(spin mix)
In nature, sounds exist in space
and with stereophonic recording,
the feeling of space and
perspective is brought to you
for example...
(spin mix)
What you have heard is just a sound
What you have heard is just a sound
What you have heard is just a sound
Atmosphere
(continued mix)
And now let us continue on
into the world of fascinating
sounds.

[Slug]
I'm sparked, waiting for the dark to hit
Cause when the moon gets above my apartment
I catch fits for starting shit
I'm smart with it, I give it that special touch when I push it
Cause I'm also a label rep, and I can't allow no bullshit
So shush kid, shush baby! Shut your eyes
Lay your head back, shed the fear and let the tears crystallize
I wish the flies to land upon your forehead
When I extract the essence from your head
and leave your body resting Moorehead
I left more dead reputations than HIV kills
But for every killing there's a reason and it's not just MC's, man!
I'm watching C-SPAN, waiting for the first state rep
To take the first step, to have to kill off to make this world perfect
Well lets get shit right, right here! Right now! Right away!
Atmosphere motherfucker! If I need to I could fly away
I'll grind you and your weak crew into beef stew
Serve you with seafood
You can't glide by vision cuz you're see-through

Lyrics[Spawn]
You need to recognize the size of the atlas
You ain't as tall as half this - match this - past what you practice
Obviously you can't fuck with my tactics, you bastard
Thats why you breath fast bitch - no need to ask

[Slug]
We dug the fingernails underneath the skin of your scalp, then peeled it
Sent your underdeveloped pre-school style on a field trip
Now bite your tongue, this is how the mic gets stung
A whole tree to pick some fruit from, man!
You had to choose the ripest one

[Spawn]
That said it all, it comes from inside, and how you ride
the sound wire when it's live and the vibes feelin right
Catchin' the motion given by rhythms when you hit 'em on time
with lines, makin' sure your rhyme soundin' tight
Your voice should travel without the babble of the average emcee
so listen please use discretion when you breath
sound is vibration, I choose to use it with a vision
and then comes the style and precision...

[Slug]
No more longer will we hold your hands
Why? Cause you're too damn old
Oh yea, the network called
They told me to tell ya you've been cancelled
They also said big up for all the support
Thanks to your devotion, they now control the world
So let your hair down and eat the poison with a tall glass of Tang
I'm rising past the bang, with smile I'm flashin my fangs
I tumble over some, cuz some I don't over stand
I got the crowd respond, from now on, I know the plan

[Spawn]
It's the noise it makes, that generates the passion I have
It's the void it breaks, that stimulates when mics get grabbed
It takes shape - escapes from these vocal chords I have
Atmosphere: music makers from the Rhymesayers lab

[Slug]
Come now, (?) test the giants, when we apply this
Vice grips to your eyelids to make you read the fine print
The tyrants that gave you crisis, left you silenced
Don't breath a sigh of relief 'till you hear the rescue sirens


[Spawn]
Supreme, be this team, we got this shit on lock
Obviously we hit the gear under upscale rocks
So you could knock all you want to but you ain't gettin' in
You could try to crash the door but you ain't gettin' in
Nigga, what! My definition is raw, I got you all
wishin' I'd fall, so things could get better for y'all
but I'm tall, and got game, remain the same for the duration

Area code 6-1-2, my present location...

[Slug]
Atmosphere...embellished with talent and the wisdom not abuse it
Blessed with insight, friends and influences
Thats what keeps us dope, what makes us dope is the surroundings
Inspiration stems from love and stress compounding
Stamina: that is achieved over the course of time
in fact, time taught me how to breath, battle, not to court my mind
defined as lyricist - the Atmosphericist
makin sure you fear this hit every time you hear this shit

[Spawn] Sound is vibration
[Slug] This sound is taken
[Spawn] Sound is vibration
[Slug] And the ground is shaken
[Spawn] Vibration is sound
[Slug] Yo, we found your replacement
[Spawn] Vibration is sound
[Slug] Now who makes the sound?

[Slug & Spawn] : Now who makes the music/sound? (*fades out*)

"Right now, we gonna get together and give you a tune
That we had a lot of requests for..."

[Spawn]
I never gave props to emcees who dont deserve it
Never smoked rocks, never had guts to serve it
Never had a glock, never seemed to be worth it
Never had I thought life was gonna be perfect
Never hit the chicks unless I have a jimmy hat
Never leave the crib unless I have my shit intact
Never do I say a rhyme unless the beat is fat
Best believe that, never will the Spawn come wack
Never went to court, never had to serve trial
Never went to jail, had no records on file
Never direspect, never treat my friends wild
Cus I never had real friends till now

[-Spawn/*Slug]
-So this goes to those
*Who be supporting at the shows
-And this goes to those
Lyrics*Who's always working on they flows
-And this goes to those
*Who use music intake to escape
findin' love and happiness inside a mixtape
-And this goes to those
*Who's criticism is constructive
-And this goes to those
*Who lyrically we just cant fuck with
-And this goes to those
*Who's love is so strong you can shut your eyes
and see them when you listenin' to they songs
-This goes to those
*Who eat and sleep with turntables
-This goes to those
*Who say fuck the major lables
-And this goes to those
*Who unsigned and dead broke
can still make a name before they even make a demo
-This goes to those
*Who keep the freight trains lit up
-And this goes to those
*Who roam the night just to get up
-And this goes to those
*Who tag and paint walls with aerosol
lost city from Minneapolis to St. Paul
-This goes to those
*Who flip the b-boy acrobatics
-And this goes to those
*Who put the ball in the baskets
-This goes to those
*A few who listen to the lyrics
cuz this flow's for those who can dig the Atmosphere shit

[-Spawn/*Slug]
-Its like that shit
*Its like this shit
+True heads are the real music critics
-Was always better with flows,
*then I was with shoulder pose
+But no matter where you live my man the love is multiple (2X)

[-Spawn/*Slug]
-Anxiety:
*thats my new drug of choice
-Society:
*where you go when you loose your voice
-Rivalry:
*stems from the shit you man's selling me,
dont lie to me I know the real definition is jealousy
-Observation:
*thats my tactic to complain
-Conversation:
*distract you while I pick your brain
-Atmosphere:
*up there lyrical unit
that leaves the average emcee confused like a eunuch
-Nonetheless:
*thats how I often change the subject
-Second guess:
*thats what they all do to Slug's shit
-Ironic:
*most kids pale in comparison
the mind phonics, so comes the hail of some embarassment
-Roller-coaster:
*a metaphor for my delivery
-Overdose:
*results of having battle tendencies
-Activated:
*everytime its my turn to rip,
the masturbated means that you finally came to grip
*So reality must mean,
-guns, bitches, and weed
*Cuz salary is what comes from:
-guns, bitches, and weed
*Integrity, means you're in pain cuz you're in love
collectively means that none of yall could fuck with Slug
-Its like that, never the wack, an actual fact
*Its like act transglobal and local so hold me back
*Its like daamn ageless-tenseness-wandering
*Its a struggle, between what you can give and what you want to

[-Spawn/*Slug]
-Its like that shit
*Its like this shit
+True heads are the real music critics
-Was always better with flows,
*then I was with shoulder pose
+But no matter where you live my man the love is multiple (2X)


"Right now" scratched

Verse One: SLug

It's the caffeine, the nicotine, the miligrams of tar
It's my habitat, it needs to be cleaned, it's my car
It's the fast talk they use to abuse and feed my brain
It's the cat box it needs to be changed, it's the pain
It's women, it's the plight for power it's government
It's the way you're giving knowledge
slow with thought control and subtle hints
It's rubbing it, It's itching it, It's applying cream
It's the foreigners sight seeing with high beams, It's in my dreams
It's the monsters that I conjure, It's the marijuana
It's embarrassment, displacement, it's where I wander
It's my genre, It's Madonna's videos
It's game shows, cheap liquor, blunts,
and bumper stickers with rainbows
It's angels, demons, gods, it's the white devils
It's the monitors, the soundman, it's the fucking mic levels
It's gas fumes, fast food, Tommy Hil' and mommy's pill
Columbia House music club, designer drugs and rhyming thugs
It's bloods, crips, fives, six
LyricsIt's stick up kids,
It's christian conservative terrorists, it's porno flicks
It's the east coast, no it's the west coast
It's public schools, it's asbestos
It's mentholated, It's techno
It's sleep, life, and death
It's speed, coke, and meth
It's hay fever, pain relievers, oral sex, and smokers breath
It stretches for as far as the eye can see
It's reality, fuck it , it's everything but me

On and on and on and on
The list goes on and on and on and on
"it's all according that life on a whole..."

It's in the water, it's in the air, it's in the meat
It's indirect, indiscrete, inconsistent, incomplete
It's in the streets, every city and everywhere you go
In every man it's the insanity, the fantasy, the casualties
It's the health care system, it's welfare victims
It's assault weapons, it's television religion, and it's false lessons
It's cops, police, pigs with badges guns and sticks
It's harassment and a complex you carry when you're running shit
It's wondering if you get to eat, it's the heat
It's the winter , the weather
It's herpes, and it's forever
It's the virus that takes the lives of the weak and the strong
It's the drama that keeps on between me and my seed's mom
It's that need to speak long, it's that hunger for attention
It's the wack , who attack songs of redemption
It's prevention, It's the first solution
It's loose, it's out for retribution,
it's mental pollution...and public execution
It's the nails that keep my hands and feet to these boards
It's the part time job that governs what you can afford
It's the fear, It's the fake
It's clear it can make time stop
and leave you stranded in the year of the snake
It's the dollar, yen, pound, it's all denomination
It's hourly wages for your professional observations
It's on your face and it's in your eyes
It's everything you be
Cause it ain't me, motherfucker, cause it ain't me, uh

On and on and on and on
The list goes on and on and on and on (3x)
"It's all according that life on a whole..."

[Slug:]
This is an ode to the modern man
It's the ode to the modern man
This is the ode to the modern man
Word up, this is the modern man
This is that ode to the modern man
This goes out to that modern man
This is the ode to the modern man
It's to the modern man, lightning blend

[Slug:]
Word to B E, I'm a tad bit too easy on self
And maybe I should keep a closer tab on my health
I suppose that it's simple as said and completed
I thought me to attack but in fact again retreated, completed
This word search crumbled it up and ate it
My hunger for my blue-collar heaven keeps me sedated
Escaped it, last night in a dream
And now I sleep, with a flashlight and it seems to keep
The nightmare demons and semen-laced portions parallel and apart
Like Stephen's Avenue in Portland
LyricsA much traveled one way, or a slow residential
And if the camels don't stop me I'm a grow with my pencil
Once I climb the skulls of this MC graveyard
I'll see the sun again, I'll jump and run again
So come on over visit cause I got a lot to say
And tell Stress I ain't mad, cause I got my way
But my man Spawn's here now, so I'm a make it brief
Finish up my coffee, gather up my shit and leave
I got an army of peers we fight single-handed
And I won't damage your brain until I understand it

[Spawn:]
You have only one chance to advance to the next stage I'm at
Do you really think you actually will pass through
I have to ask you, did you see what happened to the last dude
Tried to compare styles, word he got his ass chewed
Now with this in mind, do you still wanna bring your shit and find out the hard way
Spawn's not the one to play with, trade blades with
You might as well split your own wrist with the razor
It's best cause I'm crazier
Blazing you, for my own amusement
In tune wit your body, when I split your whole fixture
This is what happens when you're on my shit list-er
Brains to give a blister, so next time you call me sir or mister
It's the word-twister tongue used to make the verbs hit ya
Now do you get the fucking picture?
Well if you, gotta see me you better call up
Cause my behavior blows kids away like a tall wind
I take you all in between my jaws for consumption
MC's and coffee at my luncheon
One or two lumps, and some cream, call the team for the gathering
Bring mics and turntables lets do our thing

[Slug:]
Ha, cause it's an ode to that modern man
This is that ode to the modern man
Yeah, this goes out to that modern man
From Minneapolis St. Paul to that modern man
And it's like a dedication to that modern man
This one here, this is for that modern man
From Atmosphere goin' out to that modern man
It's to that modern man, lightning blend

[Slug:]
What, now for the umpteenth-time we kick rhymes about something
Can't front, I'm frustrated with heads that don't listen
My positions off-balance
It's a constant challenge between the talents and the underlying mission
I can fill your head sore with metaphors, some cute catch-phrases
Filtered through accessible things
But if I don't stay sincere to love and hate
How do I differentiate between chasing cream and chasing dreams
Oh yeah, fuck an MC in my city that wants to diss me
If I was to bounce to Atlanta with Shocker y'all would miss me
So kiss me, smack dab on the asshole while you battle
I'm with your wife sharing a Newcastle
Big up to Gene Pool cause he's the modern man
Word up, that kid Abuse, that kids a modern man
To Self-One, yo, that kids a modern man
Full Circle, you know them kids is modern men
The Native Ones, word up to that modern man
Beyond Extreme, this one goes to the modern man
The Dynospectrum out to that modern man
From Atmosphere goes out to that modern man
Word up this is the ode to the modern man
It goes, like, one time for that modern man
This goes out here now to that modern man
It's to that modern man, it's to that modern man
Y-yo, this is the ode to the modern
It goes word-up to that modern man
It's for that modern man, its for that modern man
It's for that modern man lightning blend

[Slug]
It's summer, and I'm chillin on my steps with my little crew
Just like the videos, just like all the little rappers do
We voice love to the heads we know that walk past
Sunshine and smilin, Livin out of a shot glass
And I talk fast when it comes to girls
Hey baby I'm just a nut tryin to fuck a squirrel
Maybe we could shut the world up
Let some slug into your life
Suddenly she hypes an eyebrow up, like
"What do you mean?" and I start buggin like
"If I was to fallowed you home would you keep me
Would you feed me, would you pet me
Would I fuck you till your sleepy?"
She said I'm creepy, and walked off
Too late, I already got off on the fact you even stopped
You knew I'd treat you like an object
You knew I was a rapper, you knew it was the trend
For us rapper men to disrespect women infront of friends
Nonetheless; here comes that kid Sean that I used to be cool with
Went to school with, now this kid is talkin fool shit
LyricsGettin supper touchy with his lips about
how I stuck his bitch supposedly
What the fuck is this supposed to be
Sean's got nuts, hes alone, I'm wit crew
Now tell me what the fuck I'm supposed to do
I spew. Look (???) makes believers of cartoons
And I happen to know your bitch sleeps in until the afternoon
Honestly, my man, you don't bother me
Cause Everybody bleeds, now go and ask your seed who his father be

[Chorus]
I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"

[Slug]
Now Sean kicked my ass, I ain't gonna lie, ain't gonna laugh
It wasnt fun, but fuck 'em, I'ma get my gun
Shit like that gets done in the world of rap
If they pushin on ya vibe, you just a pussy if it slides
So I sprint up three flights, Get into the feet whipe on the door
Draggin dirt and blood on the rug, and the wood floor
Couldn't believe my squad just stood there and watched
Word to God, this boy tellin me to blame it on my cock
I'm amped, and I'ma shoot every motherfucker out there
I'm ill, and I'm gonna prove that shit when I get back downstairs
Into the bedroom, my passion aimed at the closet
Visualizing the top shelf, thats where the shoebox is
I push the top up, enough to fit my hand in
Reach into the box in a frenzy, realizing that it's empty
Hand rests in the box, head festers in an open stun
Then I remember, I don't even own a gun

[Chorus]
"What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm like "What, What, (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm like "What, What, What Kid What"
I'm like "What, What, What Kid What"
I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm like "What, What, What, What"

[Outro]

Writers Never Die
Writers Never Die
Writers Never Die
Writers Never Die

"Right now, we gonna get together and give you a tune
That we had a lot of requests for..."

[Spawn]
I never gave props to emcees who dont deserve it
Never smoked rocks, never had guts to serve it
Never had a glock, never seemed to be worth it
Never had I thought life was gonna be perfect
Never hit the chicks unless I have a jimmy hat
Never leave the crib unless I have my shit intact
Never do I say a rhyme unless the beat is fat
Best believe that, never will the Spawn come wack
Never went to court, never had to serve trial
Never went to jail, had no records on file
Never direspect, never treat my friends wild
Cus I never had real friends till now

[-Spawn/*Slug]
-So this goes to those
*Who be supporting at the shows
-And this goes to those
Lyrics*Who's always working on they flows
-And this goes to those
*Who use music intake to escape
findin' love and happiness inside a mixtape
-And this goes to those
*Who's criticism is constructive
-And this goes to those
*Who lyrically we just cant fuck with
-And this goes to those
*Who's love is so strong you can shut your eyes
and see them when you listenin' to they songs
-This goes to those
*Who eat and sleep with turntables
-This goes to those
*Who say fuck the major lables
-And this goes to those
*Who unsigned and dead broke
can still make a name before they even make a demo
-This goes to those
*Who keep the freight trains lit up
-And this goes to those
*Who roam the night just to get up
-And this goes to those
*Who tag and paint walls with aerosol
lost city from Minneapolis to St. Paul
-This goes to those
*Who flip the b-boy acrobatics
-And this goes to those
*Who put the ball in the baskets
-This goes to those
*A few who listen to the lyrics
cuz this flow's for those who can dig the Atmosphere shit

[-Spawn/*Slug]
-Its like that shit
*Its like this shit
+True heads are the real music critics
-Was always better with flows,
*then I was with shoulder pose
+But no matter where you live my man the love is multiple (2X)

[-Spawn/*Slug]
-Anxiety:
*thats my new drug of choice
-Society:
*where you go when you loose your voice
-Rivalry:
*stems from the shit you man's selling me,
dont lie to me I know the real definition is jealousy
-Observation:
*thats my tactic to complain
-Conversation:
*distract you while I pick your brain
-Atmosphere:
*up there lyrical unit
that leaves the average emcee confused like a eunuch
-Nonetheless:
*thats how I often change the subject
-Second guess:
*thats what they all do to Slug's shit
-Ironic:
*most kids pale in comparison
the mind phonics, so comes the hail of some embarassment
-Roller-coaster:
*a metaphor for my delivery
-Overdose:
*results of having battle tendencies
-Activated:
*everytime its my turn to rip,
the masturbated means that you finally came to grip
*So reality must mean,
-guns, bitches, and weed
*Cuz salary is what comes from:
-guns, bitches, and weed
*Integrity, means you're in pain cuz you're in love
collectively means that none of yall could fuck with Slug
-Its like that, never the wack, an actual fact
*Its like act transglobal and local so hold me back
*Its like daamn ageless-tenseness-wandering
*Its a struggle, between what you can give and what you want to

[-Spawn/*Slug]
-Its like that shit
*Its like this shit
+True heads are the real music critics
-Was always better with flows,
*then I was with shoulder pose
+But no matter where you live my man the love is multiple (2X)


"Right now" scratched

[D. Turner]
The door opened, in walked my brother
Terrified, teary-eyed, I'm wide open
Only to hear our father died
It's not true, I'm hopin'
I need some air, I'm chokin
Get me off this ride, where's life goin?
Feelin' I'm lost, I'm frozen
Suspended in mid-traumatized state
Why I'm chosen for this fate? I don't know
Head shakes back and forth emotional
Unsociable, not speakin'
Remainin silent, cause I'm weakened
Deep inside I'm freakin'
Want my father back, I need him
Why's God cheatin?
Takin' half the two that gave me life
My mind replaces thought, now no longer can I sleep at night
Not feelin' right, insecure, now what's my future lookin' like?
Ain't dealt with death before, age 11 and can't take no more
My hands on the floor cause my stomachs feelin' sick and I was mad at the Lord
LyricsBecause he took him all too quick that day
On his way to pick me up, he never made it
Blamed it all on myself, therefore I dwelled in self-hatred
On a path called destruct, many thought I wouldn't make it
I hate it, the way I feel, but I just can't seem to shake it
Somebody take it away, this mad situation
My world is breakin' and I feel I'm 'bout to cave in

[Chorus x2]
I tried to take it all in
After it all settled I couldn't begin
Accepting you were gone, but understood

[D.Turner]
Hey dad, I miss you, for everyday gone
And for the rest of my life, try to remain strong
Until we reunite, live on, your memory
From the seeds you planted gently
Thanks for being there for me
And all the time you spent with me
Love sent for me(?), if I could only have that day back
To sit down and rap, shoot the breeze and have a chat
But the fact still remains, still later, on the day I have to meet our maker
I write my feelings on the paper, for now
Along the golf course where you once played
I see you as I drive by, I feel you like your presence is there
I stop and I stare, I see the pictures of days we shared
Well aware that you cared, makin sure I was prepared for life
The hardships, the struggles, the garbage, and the troubles
That come with it, always kept my head lifted
I grip it close to my heart, everthing you taught me
My dad, my hero, you have my love for all eternity

[Chorus x4]
I tried to take it all in
After it all settled I couldn't begin
Accepting you were gone, but understood

[Slug/(Beyond)]
Patterned around the thought and the will
We shattered the sound of perpendicular noise
Now gather 'round, blueprints to rebuild
On top of that, I found I'm gettin' sick of your voice
Retentive, the Earth makes me tend to introvert
And I've presented the worth of these kicks and this wrinkled shirt
Ingested verse for seconds and a big dessert presented
Thirst with sprinkles of dope indisbursed
When you burst, it won't be an accident
It'll be a worldwide web of heads takin' this shit back again
(6-1-2) Now find the emergency exits
'Cause I'ma snap a spine to make an example of the skeptics
(Atmosphere) I don't care if you know me or you hate me
Just come check out the show and travel back home safely
Lately, a weird thought occured to me
What if I was to grab the mic, which one of y'all would service me?
(Watch the rhythm) Inventions to rock the restless and kill your ego
Your whole karma's vibin' off the vex
It's best if you take a hard look at what you're givin' me
('Cause your name and your rank don't mean shit to me)
Lyrics
[Slug and Beyond]
Stars and Stripes are like cars and bikes
They're just vehicles you steer to ride other peoples fears
Stars and Stripes are like nails and spikes
They're just tools that you use against the physical rules

[Beyond]
Put down your weapon son (Slug talking)
Put down your weapon son
Put down your weapon son
Would you put down your weapon?

[Slug/(Beyond)]
I heard a grip of little voices in a thousand heads
Calling me out of my rest to come and plow your steps
An elder once told me to always use precision
(Discretion and vision when you start the ignition)
'Cause any engine is highly delicate and what you got to say
Is irrelevant if you're talking for the hell of it
I smell some shit, check your sole, brotha
did you step in it, now who suffers from my control deficite?
I can't go out like you ('cause you lack dopeness)
I'll break your whole crew down to (a bunch of wack poets)
Shrapnel gets lodged under your clavicle
When your man exploded, Atmosphere concoctin' antidote shit
Fuck 'em and the record deal that they rode in on
When Shawn is in his vocal groove I come to choke your truth
Broke your screws now its open and loose and its ?
(Beyond came along and stabbed a DJ in the foot)
The spokes bend and buckle (and the wheel collapses)
There ain't no need to even ask whether or not you feel the Atmos
I'm peelin' back heads performing brain surgery'
And sewing 'em back up (There, now you've heard of me)

[Slug and Beyond]
When the smoke clears, you won't be able to choke tears
When the smoke clears, when the smoke clears (2x)

[Beyond]
Put down your weapon sir (Slug talking)
Put down your weapon sir
Put down your weapon sir
Put down your weapon

[Slug/(Beyond)]
As I sit here with my head between my hands
Attention span focused on trying to read the plans
I can't shake the thoughts that it might be in vain
So I play the radio while I drive me insane
(I travel like the wind) I travel like Avis
I feel as if I've been to hell and back and I ain't even been to Vegas
Pages and pages of notebooks dedicated
To separatin' snake skin and amputatin' fake lips
(Underestimated) But when you heard me, your masculinity went girly
And your whole crew broke out early
(Self-preservated) Avoidance is the first choice
Calculated: Step the fuck away when you hear this voice
Moist, thats how we leave 'em rendered
Either the brain or the pubic region, depending on your gender
And if you're a female head (no disrespect intended)
Unless you step to me on the mic, you must be sheddin' your placenta
I wear the honor of an emcee's past
Where I wonder "Is this wasteland encased in cheap glass?"
Reflected to find the status where you stand
(You're just another victim with a mic in your hand)

[Slug and Beyond]
When the smoke clears, you won't be able to choke tears
When the smoke clears, when the smoke clears (4x)

[Slug]
When the smoke clears, you won't be able to choke tears (7x)
When the smoke, Smoke

for starters i contemplated on where to split ya,
marked a spot with a dotted line then ripped ya,
used carful procedure, if you listen closely,
you can hear the ghostly moans of fold bleeding through the speakers,
the voices of various toys who ate the poision,
fuckin' up the solo juts an the one that snuck their boys in,
like a free for all buffee when my team cultivate's,
a crowd of loose heads an boost heads they all fall this way,
I used to be on a mission to destroy an emcee's existance,
now i'm tryna build so we can make this shit efficient,
strength is in the mind an strength is in the numbers,
to much sleep then you slumber,
so i linked the bees an stung ya,
I brung you three times as much an your fuckin' idols brought to you,
but since you know me vocally you dismissed me as an obstacle,
fuck it my ass has already got oklahoma on lock,
supports overwhelming ain't no need for you to give me props,
it's time to reach out grab the nation an the earth,
an see where your hearts at an put the outernet to work,
i spent my whole life workin to get to the point that i'm at,
so now i spend my time tryna reach my destination,
I'll be at the end waitin, with my crew for the rest of you to arrive,
to shed the mindstate supplied by life,
he said what?
he's tellin' all the boys that i can't rhyme,
then i guess the shits a success if i'm even on his mind,
he's doin' what?
recording a project, good he should be,
I'm not impressed its obvious ya'll never understood me,
hey i dwell in a land of ten thousand hip hop fan's,
an ever fan think's he's an emcee,
heads are heavy but there empty,
I dwell in a land of tweny thousand emcee's,
but only half of them are headin for intense prodigee's,
damn no need to worry about what the next mans doin',
thats what keeps you from recieving what i'm pursueing,
here's a clue an kill your demo, i'm tryna make history,
on a bus full of empty sits, now who wants to sit with me,
incase your unaware imma do this forever,
an not a damn thing'll change financial status nor the wheather,
however, lack of cash reinforce's passion,
fuck the rappen man if i was black i'd promote 'the happening',
the difference between the average head and an emcee is effort,
pick a side either side an lets begin the network,
as an emcee i run rhymes to distribute the fun time,
as a lyricist i promise to heat up your brain like sunshine,
as an emcee my goal is to make the whole show dope,
as a lyricist i wanna spit that shit that you can quote,
as an emcee i provoke my producer to stroke your spirit,
so as a lyricist i can't be chokin' on my lyrics,
as an emcee i know the key is originality,
an as a lyricist i command of emcee's to respect me,
thats it respect thats all,
in fact the same respect i offer you an your crew after ya'll rip a set,
i'm just a man an i roll with others an we've got this plan,
to let the voice expand across the torchered land,
education starts at home, (612)
from there we rol through head phones,
comin' soon to your warzone,
the aftermath to have the plans,
that gems into your passive ass,
amped to cut trees an branches so ya'll would have a path,
the more you feed it the more it needs to consume,
if your comin' through the region hit me up we'll rock the room,
lets network lets work lets all get work,
so we can build the overall network,

Hey Daly, Get the fuck away from my sister you punk motherfucker

(intro) I do... I do... I do...
Hey whassup, can I kiss the bitch yet?... I do...

First of all bitch, I never promised I'd be rich
so fuck you and your wishes, ya need to do the dishes
and change the damn cat litter
I thought I told you to get rid of that crazy cat last week
Yo, don't you get sassy with me missy
Because I'll go upside you quickly
But yo, she's kinda sneeky when I sleep she'll probably stick me
But it be a threat, and threats make her respond
She probably grew up watching pops beat her mom
and to the break-a-dawn
I could pop shit, talk shit, hostage to herself
Because there aint no where to walk; this is the middle of hell
You've got no job, no diploma
Might as well kick it with me and live in Hinckley, Minnesota
She's my trailer park chick
with the pop tarts and venison hard liquor to cop a buzz
Lyricsoff the over the counter medicine
The rent is in the mail
bitch pump the (gauge?)
Fix the antenna, act your age and spread your legs
It's my CAS-STLE, whiiiiiiite stank ho
and if I want to I'll put it in your asshole
You wanna battle baby? I'll put a shadow over ya sky
Now shut the fuck up and fix me turkey pot pie

I own the camaro and the mobile home, so where the fuck you gonna go?
(4X)

go, go,
go ahead and call your mom if ya need someone to cry to boo
I guarantee ya that that bitch is gonna lie to you
Fuck ya crank head, soap opera, pastries, and diet soda
everything she'll ever need to know she learned from Oprah
You what the hell she's gonna do for you?
That bitch is stuck too
Get off my phone, tell her I said what up, and muthafuck you
And tell daddy if he wants some
to bring his drunk ass on
I beat that fat bastard with a cast on
Ay yo honey I'm trippin
But why you always flippin
dress slutty everytime that we go drinkin with my buddies
won't be long before you carrying my puppies
Speaking of which you bleeding yet bitch?
Cause you gettin kind of chubby
Yo, where the hell'd you put my stash?
Better tell me quick fast or catch a foot in the ass
Oh no, you did not smoke all of my pot
If my remmington was out the pawn shop, you'd get shot
Stop, and put that knife back in the sink
Baby, Baby, Baby, why you fucking trying to take me to the brink?
What you think?
Quit thinking and pretending that you're smart
Happily ever after 'til death do us part

I own the camaro and the mobile home, so where the fuck you gonna go?
(4X)

I love you