Brief Description

Atmosphere

[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

In 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 tha

Daftar lirik lagu Atmosphere

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