Atmosphere

Atmosphere - One Of A Kind songtekst

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Pain [3x]



The way she listen to what the mc said 

She might as well plug the RCA cords into her head 

Taking that into consideration at the center of creation

Cats still criticize my frustration raps



Well off he goes, coming cop some flows 

Cross your toes and hopes that I don't climb you like an obstacle 

Mission impossible, fishig in the kitchen sink 

Ya'll fall for anything so what you think this kid will bring



Poker face, let me hold my place

The name is safe as Slug, but you, you can call me stoker ace 

Open invitation to catch today's ejaculation all across the front 

Of your pretty little apron



This goes to those that own a mouth full of Sean's load

Thanks for starting, now you're barking down the wrong road 

Sacrifice plays a part in grabbing mics

From now to the afterlife I'll continue passion-like



I love this fucking whore with all my heart 

And ain't nobody gonna stop me from doing my part

It gave me life, it saved me life, it raised me right 

So slide sholder slide and please hand over that mic



[chorus 2x] 

Who am I? One of a kind, Send em' one at a time 

You're all the same only separate by kick snares and names

And some of ya'll even share the same names

So fuck you and your lies baby, show no shame



So point a finger at the sucker that's having a good summer 

Ain't got no bread, no need to know wonder 

But I got the phone number to this weakness

I know who can put me back together, make me feel whole 



So take me apart, try to break me down, 

Spend all you got just to hate the clown. 

You can fake the frown, imitate the sound 

Underworld, world-wide, wide world of underground 

It goes, one little, two little, three little indie rap 

Headphones, backpacks watch em' all piggyback 

Switch up my styles, they all complain 

But see which kids next year sound the same as me? 



The same shit yesterday was like today 

Only difference is I trust even less of what you say 

But all in all I still make the noise, I still break the toys, I still hate your voice 

I still say fuck a major label till it limps, 

Put your deal up our table and we'll show you who's the pimp. 

There is no sympathy for the careless, 

Fuck the extra credit and fuck the demerits. 

Class dismissed. 



Pain [3x] 



(You're all the same) 



[chorus 3x]



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