THREE!

We might hurt somebody..

No!

Don't do that...

No! No!



[Verse 1]

No! Don't do that, they don't deserve that

Look at 'em, they couldn't handle it, they nerves would collapse

Bag 'em up, sift 'em up, skinny boy lick the cut

No excuses needed, this ones wack, that one sucks

Don't even front like you've got close to balls in size

Your egos been planted, personafulsified

Everybody wanna score, aiming at an all time high

Shooting at the stars, tryna make 'em fall out the sky

The grey matter, waverunner, screamin' thoughts of anger at the world

From beneath this rock I stay under

Tonight's rain and thunder,

was brought to you in part by that same fuck that put the fear of the  

Atmos. in your heart, now

Guess what I'm standin' (where?!), over the head

If you put a hand up you can fondle everything I said

And if I lose my patience, somebody's losin' they limbs

And getting left in this basement with the rest of these gimps



[Chorus]  

Atmosphere, don't front like you cant hear [x4]



[Verse 2]

Go touch yo'self, and keep yo' dick from under your belt

Who the fuck you think HOLDS and CONTROLS over what you felt

You need way too much help, take a seat on the bench

Gonna teach you how to make sense, while i make my rent

If you can reach the fence, without kickin' a landmine

You get a piece of my mind, and the number to my fanline

No wonder your WACK, most of mankind is WACK

Can't nobody read that sign that says "there aint no turnin' back"

Step in the AT, you better be prepared to have a hobby to do

For when we through with your career submit a copy of them papers that

you think gave you the right to even come within a 100 yards of this mic

But here I am, breathe deep, count to ten

Keep the beat, locate the loose screws so I can pound it in

It's all SPREAD love, GET love, city to city

I aint mad at none a y'all, cuz can't none a y'all can fuck wit me!



[Chorus x4]



Keep goin on to..on on on to..MINNEAPOLIS!!!



[Verse 3]

I'm on the Poverty Tour, wit Jay Bird, my man

Gettin' every wall sole across this desolate land

Estimates and expectations, get woken and cornered

Tryna strangle the stupidity, and choke its supporters

From this day forward, I'll be the voice that you wait for,

the one that you paid for, or the one that you hate more

Whether you drive a Ford, a tugboat or a skateboard

Put my tape on, open up, n face forward

Cuz' when we land, anywhere near the mic stand

It can reason with the meaning of your lifespan

Motivation you've been waiting for to make a tight plan

Got you like I think that I can, yes I think that I can!

Well go ahead, take a sip, introduce us to yourself

Place us on your list of influences, ima live forever,   

fuck bein' rich for seven years  

>>Hello, I'm Slug and my crew is called....



[Chorus x2]



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