Atmosphere - YGM lyrics

rate me

Rough, rugged and raw, nobody saw

So I smashed through the window and dashed with it all

Didn't even leave the broken glass

Put it all in the van and took it home to stash.

We don't bargain, we throw darts man

No money, pull honeys at the park jam

So give it up this is Sean and Ant's stage

Your is on the floor with your permanent mad face

You hit last place like you didn't know you would

And caught a bad case like you never over stood

Damn shame just a waste of track tape

I bet them raps taste just like an ash tray

You kittens gotta be kiddin'

All that hyperbole your spittin' is probably bitten

Look at the teeth marks check the dental records

Go take a second to locate them exits, bitch

Believe it's time for you to be leavin'

Clean out your desk and turn the keys in

It's termination day for these half wits

Flappin' them lips from the cradle to the casket

You mundane like Sunday traffic

About as much threat as a wet book of matches

They show me where the mic was I grabbed it

Took the stage and made the fans feel fantastic

Atmos follow with the fear

Don't be talking off my ear

While I'm swallowing my beer

Get the fuck outta here with your act

Same type of cat that likes to talk shit behind your back

Stab it, in your face like what's happening

The 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 buckle

So fuckin' hungry the tummy rumble

Gotta be more then just another monkey's uncle

So I'm a get dumb this album

And do it like I don't give a damn about the outcome

Slide past the trash that's hatin'

Slit the tree in half and crack the pavement

Wrote graffiti on the mainstream application

Was validated enough we had the ladies masturbatin'

After Satan laughs his ass off

We'll all love hip hop

We'll all have bad jobs

And even there on that assembly line

I'll remember to remind you bout your empty rhymes

On lunch break I'll battle you for those cupcakes

Do it for the love or just to prove you're a fuckin' fake

And after I catch a kiss

From the receptionist

I'm gonna pose like this

I don't quit I never have

If you step in the act you better be better then that

You can talk your shit like whatever, dag

But excuse me miss we need to check your bag huh

Your stealin' now give me back my style

How does it feel tryin' to piggyback my crowd

Say it loud break it down take em' out

Like give me this

I'm young gifted and mixed

Wooooooheeeeee

That's what I'm talking about

Yo Ant

I wanna holler at some friends

I wanna say what's up to Plain Ole Bill

I wanna say what's up to Puck

Los Notivos, Stage 1, I Self Devine

Cool Hakim, Brother Ali, Kancer, Mole Man

Jimmy 2 Times, Budda Time, BK One,

Blueprint, The Chosen Few, my man Rare Groove,

J-Bird, Kevin Beacham, Joe Good

And my little brothers Jordan and Nick, Man word

Yo Sadiq I didn't forget about you man

Let's go get them swimming pools

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