Atmosphere... Atmosphere.... Atmosphere

Atmosphere and maybe you don't like us
But of all the stars in the sky believe we're one of the brightest
My life is as tright as your favorite rap record
And I'm possed with that insight that enables me to laugh better
From the last letter back to the A come around my way
Out of the wrapping paper with out the fucking holiday
Can't never be captured they can toy with my shell
But only after they walk on my backwards through be -boy hell
From hear on out the sun rises at noon thirty
And didn't quit pressing till the whole f-ing room heard me
Soon the birdy will fly with or with out the wings
As strange as the equator, as nosy as the outscenes
Let the poppers pop let the breakers break
Make the dj's and the assholes and all the rappers snakes
Well most graph writers are wierdos now a days
So I hang out with myself and a rafter and a belt
Every chapter that I happen to skim
Appears if it must of been written by me or the brothers grim
And the moral to the story comes equipped with a sting
Once again I'm picked for the wrong fucking scene (fucking scene)

Now I'm sleeping on floors of temporary friends
But I'm keeping the store front as clean as I can
And I'm sweeping the sky for today's revelation
And I'm needing some time and some proper ventillation
And I'm building a house for everyone to hold
And I'm filling your mouth with the keys to my soul
And your spitting me out piece together the puzzle
You got to get it all out while your learning how to juggle
And the bricks weigh more then they led you to believe
Remember never let nobody leave you to believe
September was the first time I had to breathe
So I learned to hate harvest, started at a trick up it's sleave
Not fucking with the jones'es, I guess that I been jones'en so much
nothing gets noticed but the mess
And I've spoken my stress through and empty beer can
And it goes one Minnesota, two Minnesota, three
And Atmosphere.....

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  • +1
    General CommentI don't care, this song is tight as hell, one of my favorites.
    BeatboxTweakon May 17, 2004   Link
  • +1
    General Commenti thought it was Rap Writers???
    esotericagendaon May 05, 2009   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI don't get the line "started at a trick up it's sleave." It's probably him ranting about being a virgo in some way again, but I don't get how.
    midget_rentalon September 08, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General Commentu dont get it cuz the lyrics are wrong
    he says "so i learned to hate august thawtit had a trick up its sleeve"
    Pr0found22on October 22, 2004   Link
  • 0
    General Commentcouple corrections.

    1) it's rap fighters, not graff writers
    2) last line:
    and i'm smokin' my stress through an empty beer can, it goes one minnesota, two minnesota, three and.

    i think there's more but i don't want to get up and listen to the cd to check it.
    Stevoon January 26, 2005   Link
  • 0
    General CommentIts not rap fighters its raff writers aka grafitti artists.
    sourgrasshopperon February 09, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General Comment:) awesome.
    get the lyrics sorted tho
    Onemosphereon March 18, 2010   Link

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