Atmosphere – Threemosphere lyrics

THREE>>We!
>>might hurt somebody No..
>>Don't!
>>do that No...
>>No! [Verse!

1] No
Don't! do that they, don't deserve that Look
at 'em they, couldn't handle it they, nerves would collapse Bag
'em up sift, 'em up skinny, boy lick the cut No
excuses needed this, ones wack that, one sucks Don't
even front like you've got close to balls in size Your
egos been planted personafulsified, Everybody
wanna score aiming, at an all time high Shooting
at the stars tryna, make 'em fall out the sky The
grey matter waverunner, screamin', thoughts of anger at the world From
beneath this rock I stay under Tonight's
rain and thunder Was,
brought to you in part by that same fuck that put the fear of the Atmos
in. your heart now, Guess
what I'm standin' (where )?!over, the head If
you put a hand up you can fondle everything I said And
if I lose my patience somebody's, losin' they limbs And
getting left in this basement with the rest of these gimps [Chorus]

Atmosphere
don't, front like you can't hear (4x) [Verse

2] Go
touch yo'self and, keep yo' dick from under your belt Who
the fuck you think HOLDS and CONTROLS over what you felt You
need way too much help take, a seat on the bench Gonna
teach you how to make sense while, i make my rent If
you can reach the fence without, kickin' a landmine You
get a piece of my mind and, the number to my fanline No
wonder your WACK most, of mankind is WACK Can't
nobody read that sign that says "there aint no turnin' back" Step
in the AT you, better be prepared to have a hobby to do For
when we through with your career submit a copy of them papers that You
think gave you the right to even come within a 100 yards of this mic But
here I am breathe, deep count, to ten Keep
the beat locate, the loose screws so I can pound it in It's
all SPREAD love GET, love city, to city I
aint mad at none a y'all 'cause, can't none a y'all can fuck wit me [Chorus]!

(4x) Keep

>>goin on to on..on on to MINNEAPOLIS..[Verse!!!

3] I'm
on the Poverty Tour wit, Jay Bird my, man Gettin'
every wall sole across this desolate land Estimates
and expectations get, woken and cornered Tryna
strangle the stupidity and, choke it's supporters From
this day forward I'll, be the voice that you wait for The,
one that you paid for or, the one that you hate more Whether
you drive a Ford a, tugboat or a skateboard Put
my tape on open, up n, face forward 'cause'
when we land anywhere, near the mic stand It
can reason with the meaning of your lifespan Motivation
you've been waiting for to make a tight plan Got
you like I think that I can yes, I think that I can Well!
go ahead take, a sip introduce, us to yourself Place
us on your list of influences ima, live forever Fuck,
bein' rich for seven years Hello
>>I'm, Slug and my crew is called [Chorus]....

(2x) Three

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