Atmosphere: YGM

Rough, rugged and raw, nobody saw usSo I smashed through the windows and dashed with it allDidn't even leave the broken glassPut it all in the van and took it home to stashWe don't bargain, we throw darts manNo money, pull honeys at the park jamSo give it up this is Sean and Ant's stageYours is on the floor with your permanent mad faceYou hit last place like you didn't know you wouldAnd caught a bad case like you never over stoodDamn shame just a waste of track tapeI bet them raps taste just like an ash trayYou kittens gotta be kiddin'All that hyperbole your spittin' is probably bittenLook at the teeth marks, check the dental recordsGo take a second to locate them exits, bitchBelieve it's time for you to believe itClean out your desk and turn the keys inIt's termination day for these half witsFlappin' them lips from the cradle to the casketYou mundane like Sunday trafficAbout as much threat as a wet book of matchesThey show me where the mic was, I grabbed itTook the stage and made the fans feel fantasticAtmos follow with the fearDon't be talking off my ear while I'm swallowing my beerGet the fuck outta here with your actSame type of cat that likes to talk shit behind your backStab it, in your face like what's happeningThe brighter the lights the bugs come, it attracts em'Nowadays I keep to self so tell your girlfriend to take her eyes off of my belt buckleSo fuckin' hungry the tummy rumbleGotta be more then just another monkey's uncleSo I'ma get dumb this albumAnd do it like I don't give a damn about the outcomeSlide past the trash that's hatin'Slit the tree in half and crack the pavementWrote graffiti on the mainstream applicationWas validated enough - we had the ladies masturbatin'After Satan laughs his ass offWe'll all love hip hop, we'll all have bad jobsAnd even there on that assembly lineI'll remember to remind you bout your empty rhymesOn lunch break I'll battle you for those cupcakesDo it for the love or just to prove you're a fuckin' fakeAnd after I catch a kiss from the receptionist I'm gonna pose like thisI don't quit, I never haveIf you step in the act you better be better then thatYou can talk your shit like whatever, dagBut excuse me miss we need to check your bag huhYou're stealin' now give me back my styleHow does it feel tryin' to piggyback my crowdSay it loud, break it down, take em' outLike "give me this, I'm young, gifted and mixed"WooooooheeeeeeThat's what I'm talking aboutYo AntI wanna holler at some friendsI wanna say what's up to Plain Ole BillI wanna say what's up to PuckLos Notivos, Stage 1, I Self DevineCool Hakim, Brother Ali, Kancer, Mole ManJimmy 2 Times, Budda Time, BK OneBlueprint, The Chosen Few, my man Real ProofJ-Bird, Kevin Peacher, Joe GoodAnd my little brothers Jordan and NathanYo Sadiq I didn't forget about you manLet's get these swimming pools!