Atmosphere: The old style

(feat. Cuts by DJ Plain Ol' Bill)I swear to God if you fuckers fuck this up for the rest of usyou will not get any pudding, none!(Do you wanna know why?)The seventh of September was my date of birthI got to the clinic and I did the nursePicked at the scabs until I made it worseBut I still spit your girlfriend's favorite verseAt least now I know somebody noticesthe loud guy from Southside of Minne-hopelessnessI try to celebrate life when I canMost times I do it with a mic in my handSean Daley and Anthony DavisTwin Cities, they act like we famousStill nameless in places like VegasSo order up a round and over tip the waitressGot the ladies in the place going ape-shitMaking faces at the radio stationsA love-hate relationship as if we're waiting for the preacher to sit down and let the choir take itAnd I'm trying to have the time of my lifeWork for my stripes and climb a few flightsTry to keep the demons out of mind, out of sightBut some I'm to weak to fight, you got a light?I stand beside every line that I writeWrote most my rhymes just to find me a wifeAnd now that my better half got me hemmed up I'm out here rapping about whatever the fuckIt don't matter just as long as I mean everything set free from between these wingsI could write a new joint and drop my view pointMaybe cook up a hook and get a few coinsA little real estate, to make us feel okI need to keep faith and eat a decent meal todayHey, and even if these raps don't pay me I'ma find a way to make the right hand pass the gravySo special, nice to have met youBy this time tomorrow I'll probably already forget youNow gimme fifteen for the shirtAnd go tell your friends on your swim team I'm a jerkSet it off, it never stoppedThe only difference is now I'm eating better slopLook at your boy mother, employed by brothersTrying to make sure we all avoid the buzzardsEvery scar I wear I've earnedEven the ones that I like to pretend I don't deserveBut I don't question, cause God has visionI'm no savior, I'm just the recognants missionTaught ya'll how to bank off tourSo thank me now and keep my name off yoursHe's got the pony tail, I've got the rabbit earsHe's fly, I'm fly that's why they call us