Текст песни Atmosphere - Brief Description
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[Sample: "Have you heard it? Sing along. If you didn`t hear it you`re gonna hear it right now."][Slug]Bam, the door way opened for me I saw ways and told the storyRaw day dreams of holding gloryJunior high,Hall way kingLockin` faggot MCsBeat boxin`, breakin` Zulu Nation wannabeesIt didn`t take long to see who would stay strongHigh school uponSome B-Boys put their gang bangs onBut some kept on doingStep on to ruinOthers that were pursuing the same shit we thought we ruled inBut what a surprise The passion for being the best Puts a quest for allies to restDeadIn the Midwest where heads Is just a hand full In a land of gangstasPlayers, replacements, priests, banjosWe scrambleTo break MCs that may appreciate itGuided by their envy insecurity and their hatredSeparated by the gimmie props techniqueAnd a desire to be the tops this weekI gotta floss the speakCause talk is cheapEven the broke kids can afford itThat`s why I stand close and if you`re dope then I`m supportiveBut if notWe`ll keep the mic warmFor the next oneRespect the artformAnd make your wishes on the stars bornWithin the movementFact checkin` tryin` to completely avoid all channels of backsteppingFrom the lines of paint on the concreteThey reside on Lake StreetTo the way we close our eyes to sleepAnd drift through Deep Space 9 type shitTo find thisI`ve been around for as long as sound I`ve been to that not so fresh fazeAnd that not so serious state but I`ve evolvedMetamorphed manifestateI used to be young, dumb and full of visionLike it was religious ritualsI made initial decisionsI wanted to be a rapper world renownFrom Minneap to the BronxCapture girls in crownsSnap, crackle and stompThat`s what I foundThe abyss that sits in-between the one that holds the mic and those that don`t even listenFormed some crewsRocked talent shows at schoolsSaturdays on the 18 make my way down to the record poolI met a grip of people that was bullshitWas down with a lot of people that was bullshitBut I pull shit from the asshole of an angel before I let him hassle and strangleThe love triangle between me the mic and the turntableWent to studiosWe want to make demosWe want to do shows and rock our own instrumentalsDo our own productionFuckin` around with this kid KazirNitwit engineerBarely knew his own equipment, AtmosphereThe prefix was urbanWrecked showsMade friends made foesOverall we made flowsAnd right now as I sit here writing thisI`m buggin` off the people in my life that made me like thisWithin the movementFact checkin`Tryin` to completely avoid all channels of backsteppin`From the lines of painted concretethat reside on Franklin AveTo the dead bird on the elevatorTo that short in your cross faderI never got lost laterFor efforts to pesterJust throw your hands up in the air like a leperI`ve been to that not so fresh fazeAnd to that not quite so serious stateMetamorph manifestateWell sometimes it rings and I don`t answer itThat`s it no asterisksNo thirst to find the circumstancesIt was planted in me deepIt was nurtured and it grewGave it sleep and nutritionIt was efficient let it throughThere are a few that have developed when I let them in my spectrumFor the rest of emI give them just enough to cause infectionNot trippin` on attentionBut if you ? it`s welcomeOpen arms patient charmsI know the words and I can spell themSeldom is itWhen one inquisitsDo they leave with this interestIn fact most begin crave the businessBringin` me to the table That`s it no more no lessThe love the life the stressSlug, the mic, the messTestin`Yes, I`ve been tested and I`ve tested someI`m not sayin` I`m the bestBelieve I`m notLike the rest of emJust sayin` I`m better than youThat`s my mind stateMy rhymes take me intoWhen I check one twoI guess some do get pissedBut intentions were to inspireBuilt the empire before I get tiredThe ones that tare me down don`t know itBut they`re the same ones that build meNow quietly in your head say, "Yes you can feel me."[Sample: "Asking himself, even before the curtain goes up, what am I?I am now 80 years old, and more, and I am determined to find precisely what I am, what I amount to. They tell me I am everything, they flatter me everyday, of my life. I am now going to subject myself to a rigorous test in order to find out really what I am. I don`t care about? I don`t about rule, anymore. It is of no importance to me, as such, but I must find out what I am before I die."]