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Artist/Band:
Atmosphere
Lyrics for Song: Current Status
Lyrics for Album: Overcast! [1998]
I peep rap city high like to my eyesight
Witnesses bitches and kids frontin' to bring a shit
You get nothing from this write redundant to bring the dumb shit
I neva half ass my blast leaves you overcome-ed
The basement aroma should have waited for your diploma
Instead you dropped out now you grabb the microphone ta
Let the fox out a box out the center
Rippin' to end your agenda cuz I'm the microphone binga
Since you started rhyming you been barred from flyin'
Trying to push me to (peat)? I didn't buy your tape cuz pussy is cheap
Pushing me deep so I brush it to fuck it
You get busted to rubbish because my stuff is conducted.
On some thouroughness that fuck the world shit don't make it happen
You roll without friends but that sure don't attract them
The five man travelin' band I stand saggin' my pants
Caramel skin color the slim brother
I cancel and contort your financial support
AnRs ridiculed for havin' thoughts to deliver you
Give your crew brain lacerations
You're having dreams about stardom is only fame masturbation
My name is has awaken the criterion
So judgement is passed anyone budges I blast
Bust in that ass and got class for the clone
Brothers need to relax straight to the back like domes
Where you at to all the bad heads with the word
Where you at and if you getting fed by the herb
Where you at and all the brothers keeping shit tough
Where you at and others talking shit about us... bitch
No excuses I feel that there's none needed
I know that you resent me cuz I study how I'm greeted
I'm quick to touch the mic for the rep and for the loot
I'm known around my village as the mouth that likes to shoot
Now I no longer have time for your irrelevance
Because the ignorace is just as dangerous as the intelligence
It's all about the passege I'm trying to grasp it
And hopfully my son will forgive me for my habits
I manage to pity those flavorless with shitty flows
Amped of their camp actin' out their favorite videos
Save it give me those trophes you call balls for my display case
Now walk away and save face fuck the beef even you belive it ain't needed
I know that deep down you respect me cuz you study how I'm greeted
It's sewing up seams, it's pluggin' holes
Slug knows it takes more than toy flows and a b-boy prose
See, he keeps it clear and he strikes the fear
And he caught a Grammy for marketing strategy of the year
Where oh where is the server current status MCs need to take their bras off and burn them
Where you at to the ones in the front with their hands in the air like they just don't care
Where you at and for the kids in the back tack-fully surveying the stage to see who's wack
Where you at and to the ones that grab the mics at shows house parties or by themselves (go ahead get your flow on man)
Where you at and for that kid crawling out of bed at night putting fame on trains, bus benches and stop lights
Lavish I'll never have it I get too happy doing atmospheric damage to your amateurish madness
Lavish I'll never have it I get too happy doing atmospheric damage to your amateurish madness
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| Album Lyrics: Overcast! [1998] |
Atmosphere
"Overcast! [1998]"
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