Atmosphere: Threemosphere

3no dont do that noNo dont do thatThey dont deserve thatlook at em they couldnt handle it they nerves 'll collapsedrag em up sip em up skinny boy rip the cut no excuses neededthis ones wack that one sucksdont even front like u got close to balls insideur egos in planted personifolcifiedeverybody wanna score aimin at an all time highshootin at the stars tryin to make them fall out the skythe gray matter blade runner screamin thoughts of anger at the world from beneath this rock i stay undertonights rain and thunder was brought to u in part by that same fucker that put the fear of the atlas in ur heart nowguess where im standin (where?)over the headif u put a hand up u can fondle everything i said and if i lose my patience sombodys loosin they limbsand gettin left in this basement with the rest of these gimpsChorus:Atmosphere dont front like u cant hearcome on come onatmosphere dont front like u cant hearha ha ha haatmosphere dont front like u cant hearatmosphere dont front like u cant hearDont touch urself and keep ur muff in ur beltwho the fuck u think holds the controls over wut u feltu need way too much helptake a seat on the bench gunna teach u how to make sense while i make my rentif u reach the fence without kickin the land mine u get a peice of my mind and the number to my fan lineno wonder ur wackmost of mankind is wackcant nobody read the sign that says there aint no turning backsteppin the atu better be prepared to have a hobby to dobut wen we blowin ur career so get a copy of the papers that u think gave u the right to even come within 100 yards of this spotbut here i am breath deep count to tenkeep the beat locate the loose screws so i can pound em init all spread news get news city to cityi aint mad at none of yall cuz cant none of yall fuck wit meChorusim on the poverty tour with j-bird my mankickin every raw soul across this desolate landas it meets the expectationsit gets broken and corneredtryin to strangle the stupidity and choke its supportersfrom this day forwardill be the voice that u wait forthe one that u pay for and the one that u hate morewheteher u drive a ford a tugboat or a skateboardput my tape on open up and face forwardcuz wen we land anywhere near the mic standwe get u pleasin with the meaning of your life spanmotivation u been watin for to make a tight plangotcha like i think that i can yes i think that i canwell go ahead take a sipintroduce us to yourselfplace us on ur list of influences im a live for everfuck bein rich for seven yearshello im slug and my crew is called...Chorus3yo yo ant turn that snare down