Atmosphere: In my continental

[CHORUS]In my ContinentalSplinter off the mentalWhen you want the best showNever accept anything lessElements of purposeTrue love from the first kissSpread it on the surfaceSit 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 nationTake the care to build a familiar foundationSpeak to the youth that keep the truth sacredFree the, free the good inside your heartYour neighborhood, it needs you to travel with your artFrom New York to Cali, some day they'll all knowCincinnati, Milwaukee, ChicagoNow I've come a long way from the younger daysWhen I used to look up curse words in my dictionaryIf life's a game, gotta choose a side to playIf I gotta pick a position I'ma pick missionaryI've had a little bit too much to think tonightBut it's cool, I be alright, just make sure that I keeptravellinYour reactions only reinforce the previous thoughtsYou'd feel the distance even if the bridge was collapsinWell, kudos and props and every hollow desireThat you could conjure in an instant that it takes to breatheI got my Duplos and blocks and Lincoln Logs for when it's timeto buildI 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 nowLoad up your van with musicians and go southVisit Atlanta, Memphis, Tulsa, TexasPlug in the decks, check the mics, fight the wreckageKeep the, keep the motive in your movementLet em know where you come from and show them how you do itChildren are the focus, give em one to grow withLearn em how to take they minutes, turn em into momentsSee, nowadays cats think they on some nextAnd they sacrifice they voice just to go over headsIf I felt as if I had somethin special to tellWhy would I work against myself and hide it under my belt?I used to try to lace the phrases with magic tricksEvery paragraph needed translation attached to itThey saw the style, respected the craftBut all I did was confuse em, would try to get em to laughPainted pictures in the primer, no one got the pulpFound the humor, the anger and the insultWhy should I waste any oxygenTryin to find the in-between-the-lines that they get lostwithin?I'm out there for the craft, for the causeThe laughter, the applause, the passion for the flawsThe fact that I'ma draw some heads to what I'm feelinLift em all up until they try to touch the ceilingCome on and reach the, reach the masses won by singularThey hold you and they smile when they feel what you can bringto theCulture and sow it, cultivate the flow withBreath control and he kept it whole, be-Cause piece by piece the picture turns to puzzleIf you lose a few those that remain change into rubbleFreedom is a word not heard from those that own itCan't fix the machine if you don't have the components(And I'll be)[CHORUS]Cause we're not from this planetWe come from somewhere elseAnd you can't understand itCause you don't know yourselfBut when the time is rightOur path will be unveiledTill then you seek your lightWhile I sit and bite my nails