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from Atmosphere - Overcast! (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Headshots: Se7En (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Sad Clown Bad Winter #11 (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Overcast! (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - God Loves Ugly (2007)
[Slug]
*whispers* Come on, let's go She abandoned me, left me out in the cold No surprises, I guess that's how it goes Sits across from me, at a booth in this dive(?) I contemplate how much more I can survive But I'm alive, so I should be content Then tell why the hell my whole world is bent I was sentiment can frustrate the population In-between the alcohol and the copulation What you call it, if you build it I will break it What's wrong? How you doin'? Nah, save it Gave it(?her?) a fraction of all I had to give I guess I hold a grudge, cause you still got my rib With your beautiful eyes, unscrupulous lies Now watch the circus clown run around in circles and try Seems like all I get to eat is hope Girl, if we got along better we'd be dope [Sample] Oh walls, they surround me Loneliness, has found me [Slug] And for as much as I complain, I'm lovin' it And I only mention it so that I can rub it in Wake up to the sunlight, shake off last night Check what's left and try to get the rest right Decision, splitting headache lifting Symptoms matching, mama was afraid of it Knowledge of self ain't as evil as they made it Call it what you want, if you build it they will break it The plain truth, there's no substitute But sometimes she bares the disguise (yes you do) A story teller kills(?) with life not hope Girl, if we got along better we'd be dope And that's the sound that a dog will make when he's just been hit by a car And that's the tone that hits close to home, when the cocaine outlives the star And that's the noise that disrupts the boys when the cue ball smacks it goal(?) And these are the words that disturb your earth when I walk away with your hope |
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from Atmosphere - God Loves Ugly (2007)
Slug: 'I didn't say nothin'.'
Girl: 'What?' Slug: 'I didn't say nothin'.'' Girl: 'Yes you did.' Slug: 'No I didn't.' Girl: 'No you didn't say anything, you just looked at me funny like I'm some sort of f**king freak.' Slug: 'I didn't look at you.' Girl: 'Yeah, you looked at me.' Slug: 'No.' Girl: 'Yeah, you f**king did.' Slug: 'What do you mean freak?' Who's this one about? Who's this one about?... [Slug] These headphones keep me from rememberin' (rememberin') Also guilty of letting me not forget (also guilty) What type of harvest will September bring? (beckoning) Everyone to put him to that test (Somebody please kill me) I've got a sickness, it feels like love It's not contagious, take off the gloves Drop your defenses, apply a coat of perfect I'll form the sentences you try to interpret It'd all be so simple if I was rich (But I'm not) But I'm not so I compensate with thought (I got a lot) I got a lot of nothin' that you need to know (Ay yo) You would think he wasn't aware of the glow (Where'd you go?) Swimmin' in a bottle of imposters Losin' my ground in the name of takin' it farther We can thumb wrestle or we can make a daughter I thought it was supposed to get easier when you worked harder Stole the city, I still feel helpless Baited the hook and caught me a shellfish (?selfish?) I'm gonna gut it, clean it, cook it, feed it to a she(?) And see if I can get her to need me [Chorus x2] And now I'm standin' at the bottom of the steps And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress And I'm willin' to bet that she'd move if she knew So I'ma tap her on the shoulder, I'ma give her a clue [Slug] All it takes is a stroll down the street A pro and he greets and he sold the life to me Showed you the meaning of the artery he keeps on the end of his sleeve As he pretends he can breathe Lend me a piece of your superiority I feel alone on this mission, I'm wishin' there was more of me A pair of me, apparently I'm a parasite caught inside a paradox A paradise, a parody, the hair police have got what you need For you to get over me and move on with Godspeed I'd let it all go and break eggs for a livin' If I wasn't so conditioned to just take what I'm given Get it, got it, catch it, caught it, and lost it Yet I can't stop it, it's embedded in my optics Plus the frustration is a product of the gossip If you can't walk away can you at least change the topic? Overextended the amount of time allotted Broke the engine, I don't know, cracked the block Now I'm standin' at this gravel roadside festival And I ain't tryin' to move cause this view is incredible [Chorus x2] Standin' at the bottom of the steps And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress And I'm willin' to bet that she'd move if she knew So I'ma tap her on the shoulder, I'ma give her a clue [Slug] Fall in love with all of she (Fall in love with all of she) Hasn't stopped callin' me (Hasn't stopped callin' me) Message in a bottle (There's a message in a bottle) And I stepped inside a pothole (I stepped inside a pothole) Somehow forgot my name (Somehow forgot my name) Blew out the flame (She blew out the flame) A means to an end (A means to an end) Can't even be friends, it's a song about a friend She's still in my dreams (She steals all my dreams) Angel spread your wings (Angel spread your wings) Tryin' to comprehend (I'm still tryin' to comprehend) Can't even be friends, it's a song about a friend [Slug talking] All together...(Crowd: WHOOO!) Smile while you do that shit, you know what I'm saying? Cause like some of ya'll, if you ain't smilin' you're ugly I swear to God Alright, some neat ones (?Shaniquas?) Alright, on the count of three. 1. 2. |
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from Atmosphere - Headshots: Se7En (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Headshots: Se7En (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Seven's Travels (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - You Can'T Imagine How Much Fun We'Re Having (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Headshots: Se7En (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Seven's Travels (2007)
[Slug]
Hi, my name is Sean Daley and you might know me from such films as "I Can't Sing, But Neither Can You." Haha yea, heheheh what are you lookin' at? Don't look at me, don't even talk to me Oh you rap too? Heheh I should've known I ca, I can tell. Nah, it's in your eyes Just cause you're an emcee doesn't mean that you get to be an asshole (asshole) Just cause you're a man, doesn't mean you get to act like a bitch (like a bitch) Won't you stand over here do a favor use your head to hold this apple (apple) And on my twenty pace take, aimin' shots, swear to God I won't miss (I won't miss) See I've been around the world without moving and I've met a lot of people (people) And they all play the same little games the only change is the date (is the date) It's all fame and respect a little money won't you help me build my ego? (ego) Without taking any time to think about how it might affect fate (checkmate) You see we've come a long way just to find that there ain't no place to lay down [break down] And we waited all night for the light, but the dawn never broke (never broke) And if we let the song play we can lead all the children to the lake now (take down) Because it seems as if most would rather choose to sit back and let 'em choke (don't choke, don't choke) Just cause you're an emcee doesn't mean that you get to be an asshole (asshole) Just cause you're a man, doesn't mean you get to act like a bitch (you bitch) If you stand over here do a favor use your head to hold this apple (apple) And on my twenty pace take, aimin' shots, swear to God I won't miss (I don't miss) I ain't gonna say no names.. |
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from Atmosphere - Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere Ep'S (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Headshots: Se7En (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - You Can'T Imagine How Much Fun We'Re Having (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Sad Clown Bad Winter #11 (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere Ep'S (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Seven's Travels (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - God Loves Ugly (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - God Loves Ugly (2007)
"Take a deep breath relax, don't push it on out."(x2)
Somebody please explain to them what it be about "Take a deep breath relax, don't push it on out."(x2) Somebody please explain to them what it be about They can't sleep yet, too many re-grets Got em running round in circles for the re-spect They need the gossip, but where's the logic? Voices in the box guarantee a better product So here I sit now, and watch em trip out Trying to pick a finger to put upon what its about But if there was a point, you would still avoid You should've taught the boys and girls how to take apart their toys I stay up-set,with all the pup-pets submerged in the drama cuz they love it That if they can hold the pain, and then they complain Why would you chase away the sun if you don't want the rain? I never asked for the world, just a portion Tryin to make a good soldier out of daddy's little orphan But management called down, demanded that we turned the sound down And with that, I suggest we start the count-down Simplistic spiral and work your way backwards 'Til the bastards collapse and choke on their last words And I'll be back when its happy hour So just pour me another and ignore me my brother [Chorus] Breathe in, breathe out, the sign says "keep out" Breathe in, breathe out, somebody please explain to them what it be about Breathe in, breathe out, the sign says "keep out" Somebody fill up my gut before I freak out Low profile, no more smiles, til all of y'all quit acting so damn wild Slow down child, you're gonna lose balance, too overanxious, the goods will get damaged Girl, how many stories can you fit into a tanktop? How many wishes get spent on what you ain't got? The youth want truth, well thank god Tryin to keep it movin, while you're sittin in the same spot Been in this cage for a long time (long time) Been coverin this page with the wrong rhymes (wrong rhymes) Got a strong mind, I got a weak will I've got bad nerves and I can't keep still But I stay humble, so when the meek take the planet I can get a little piece with my name on it The only problem is by then I won't want it I'm in the backyard praying and hoping for the comet Are you lookin to remember or searchin for adventure? I guess it all depends on the agenda Do you carry a grudge? Do you carry a gun? I guess it all depends on where you come from Surroundings are gonna dictate the needs I'm out, I wanna live around lakes and trees And I'll be back when its happy hour So just pour me another and ignore me my brother [Chorus] Breathe in... |
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from Atmosphere - Overcast! (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold (2008) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold [Amended Version] (2008) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Sad Clown, Bad Spring #12 (2008) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Seven's Travels (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Overcast! (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Headshots: Se7En (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Overcast! (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Overcast! (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Overcast! (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Overcast! (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Headshots: Se7En (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Seven's Travels (2007)
(Good evening ladies and gentlemen
let me get a warm welcome from... more importantly Denver) (Nothing I say, nothing I say, my mistake to you) Here I am alone in an airport bar Why, just cause I don't own a car Its valentines day, I'm returning home from Berkley Aint a damn thing that y'all can do to hurt me Unsober, laid over in Denver The waitress could smell it the minute I entered There's seven shells losing their souls in here Sporadically placed amongst scotch and beer But there's one woman in the back left corner Who looks like she could really use the support If I could only muster the strength to be a friend Who knows how this adventure could end Bend me up, slip me the tongue, shoot me down Cut me loose, bury me, and piss on the ground Felt the water, but sober it's over y'all Don't know if I can get down for too much longer Everywhere I go I find at least one And I bet it won't die till the travel is done For as long as I learn my heart hope to god Up to the side of my head ride and die for the young (Nothing I say, nothing I say, my mistake to you) [Refrain] It's the sound of emotion enough To make me wanna hang myself from the rafter that's over my bed But when I stop to climb the ladder that's embedded in my heart I start to question all the emotion in my head [Repeat till end] (Nothing I say, nothing I say, my mistake to you) |
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4:18 | ||||
from Atmosphere - Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere Ep'S (2007) | |||||
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3:48 | ||||
from Atmosphere - Sad Clown Bad Summer Number 9 (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Sad Clown Bad Winter #11 (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold (2008) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold [Amended Version] (2008) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Headshots: Se7En (2007) | |||||
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from Enchantement (0000) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - God Loves Ugly (2007) | |||||
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from Urban Renewal Program - Supplement 1.5 (2002) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - God Loves Ugly (2007)
feat. Aesop Rock, I Self Devine, Musab
[scratched] 'Get off the mic and get off the coke!' 'On the count of three' '1...2...' 'one for the cuervo, two for line' 'Get off the mic and get off the coke!' 'Get off the coke!' [Chorus: Slug] We came here to slit your throat You came here to sniff some coke Kid don't fall like all the rest Cuts through soul and cuts through flesh [Slug] When they started to scream I thought I might, geez, singin 'Everything good ain't as good as it seems' Get ripped like flesh, you got kitten's pride I'll make a mess on your set and your dress Handle my business, or handle your princess When I was younger, was no different It's all effort, taste the sweat Screamin at the earth, cause she don't hate me yet Slug HAS to give a f**k, I know better MAN, I'm just a rapper on luck Still stuck in the same mind state I grew up Still paranoid, still waitin to duck, What Tryin not to get caught in the plague Got a lot to say before your dumb ass walks away Load up one verse, let it boom Like a gunburst and left your head sun burnt [I Self Devine] Can I... run up in your settlement Should I... bring wash like the government The flow is dangerous as unguarded children Runnin the streets in a project buildin' So desensitized, got no feelings Numb to the world, 6'4, with the 5 foot ceilings The math is inaccurate, broken dialect, English ambassadors Henesey fifth to the lips and the blunt of this Weed call, great food, seutures, we feelin it I be porno whipped, house looking show ownership When we know he just a worker Makin five fifty somethin, barely controlling shit Keep frontin, I'ma hurt ya Now your face getting scraped by asphalt Off a somersault, flesh wound Bring in a bag of salt [cut sample] [Musab] Surprise y'all, come to bed My nut stains look like wet Wonderbread White and thick, I don't ever bite my lip Give a damn if you like my shit The box is full of foxes Standin topless, lickin the splotches Here kid, want to sniff some coke? Rhymesayers Entertainment, we ship the dope Your dick's short and funny like Piscopo Give it up, man, how you gonna stick the dough Pay me anyway, and you can have that tramp I can get another lady any day They gonna ban my shit like Joe Camel Come off like a sandal, spittin the flow ammo Believe it, get a pack of Whitecastle Cheesesticks And PEEP the remix [Aesop Rock] Smart for the whips, fiddle frame parchment March for the clique, Jughead motor like a mineark on the power cables Chewing through the ??? My slang letter dopeman pretty No free pony rides, no basket of kittens No Playdoh fun bags to reep for Christening Little courts rainbows, Pegasus and Wizards Just me shoving caine in the gash in your throat with the premise Middle of New York with a sack full of action Cash with the school kids toke crack with magnums Def Jukie, jet black, black lungs, black hoodie Both crushin with a musket pressed to the musk of the budget And I'm a must of the crunk shit YOU GET DOWN You don't know the meaning of dope anyhow You probably think I'm a joke by now But we got more clay and more coke then y'all [Chorus] - repeat 2X [scratch samples] 'Good God!' 'Oh my God' 'God, God' 'God Damn!' 'God helped me change' - Slug of Atmosphere 'Pray to God that you could be like us' - Grandmaster Flash 'God damn...damn' - Run DMC 'Oh my' 'Lord!' 'CUT!' - James Brown 'God Knows!' 'GOD GOD GOD' 'Oh Lord' 'Dear God' - Snoop Dogg 'and damn it' 'God Damn!' 'Good Lord' [over beatbox, Girl from Atmosphere Promos] and never forget... God loves your ugly ass Don't ever f**king question that |
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from Atmosphere - Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere Ep'S (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - You Can'T Imagine How Much Fun We'Re Having (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - God Loves Ugly (2007)
I'm a slow typer, a so-so writer
Been the shit ever since I was an infant in diapers And Imma be dope all the way to the end From the cradle to the grave, the pampers to the depends Get enough love, got enough friends But on a regular basis, it's safe to say I got the bends And I didn't mean to ignore that vibe you sent I guess my mind was probably on my rent I got my mind on my tummy and my tummy on my mind Some assembly required, let me run it down the line The factory is open, time card punched Until lunchtime, it's crunch time Back to work fool. First rule is to keep the verse true, even if it hurts you You gotta wear the pain like a stain Respect the listener, respect the game Because there's more to gain than just some dinner and fame Gimme the money, but don't you dare stop there Gimme the mic, that's the tool, and I play it cool Gimme the life, I seen things that used to be dreams Gimme the love, my name's Slug, gimme a pound or a hug And I'mma play this game I just wanna say all I really want is for you to remember my name And Imma run for as long as I'm allowed Hope to god I inspire some of yall See I'm that cat that used to sit in the back and study Looking for some proof that god loves ugly Flash forward a decade later in your town Somehow a good number of yall got down And it's solid, fresh, dope, whatever you wanna call it Not bad for an aspiring sociopathic alcoholic Aw shit, look at Slug, still rockin the same outfit Tryin' to make the belly grow bigger than the wallet Hey yo man, how you doin, how you been Just makin it cool to rap about love again Not the hippie stuff, I'm talkin bout that bitch that gets you nuts (Did he say bitch?) Yo I'm sorry, don't tell my baby's mommy Speakin of baby, There'll be a crateful of albums for my son to page through Thinkin daddy was a gun With a handful of heads that put me up til they had some samples from Ant and fake them what the f**k I said Still goin, still maintainin, still standin in the land of snow and purple rain And I'm still waitin for my date to kiss me or slap me Cause there ain't no way that I can be happy when I'm happy Gimme the money, but don't you dare stop there Gimme the mic, that's the tool, and I play it cool Gimme the life, I've seen things that used to be dreams Gimme the love, my name's Slug, gimme a pound or a hug And I'mma play this game I just wanna say all I really want is for you to remember my name And Imma run for as long as I'm allowed Hope to god I inspire some of yall I've had the pleasure of speaking with some of you ( yeah you) Come on now, don't act like you don't know who I'm talkin to After that show, when you approached me like you know me The cd I sold you, the secrets that you told me On that world you vision, through the layers of tears The ones you choke and keep hidden when the players are near I watch you chase it with beers and frustration and fear Try to figure out why the hell I came here Well I don't know either, and I'm not ready to take a breather neither All I know is I'm still a believer So you can beat me up, or you can beat me off Pick a side, any side, and let me do my job If you've got a lot of love to give, but you don't know who to give it to Imma turn out the lights and light this cigarette And write a song about you (this one's for you) Gimme the money, but don't you dare stop there Gimme the mic, that's the tool, and I play it cool Gimme the life, I've seen things that used to be dreams Gimme the love, my name's Slug, gimme a pound or a hug And I'mma play this game I just wanna say all I really want is for you to remember my name And Imma run for as long as I'm allowed Hope to god I inspire some of yall Please god (but don't you dare stop there) that's the tool and I play it cool I've seen things that used to be dreams The name's Slug, girl, gimme a hug |
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3:50 | ||||
from Atmosphere - God Loves Ugly (2007)
I wear my scars like the rings on a pimp
난 마치 포주의 피어싱 링처럼 흉터를 지니고 I live life like the captain of a sinking ship 침몰하는 배의 선장처럼 삶을 살지 The one thing that i can guarantee 내가 보장할 수 있는 한가지는 I'm like a stepping razor, i suggest you stay fair with me 난 마치 면도날 같단 것, 그러니 날 잘 대하길 바래 Been payin dues for a decade plus, 10년 이상을 빚을 치러왔지 Before that i was just another face on the bus 그 전에 나는 그저 버스를 탄 수많은 얼굴 중 하나로 Tappin my foot, to the beat on the radio 라디오에서 나오는 음악에 맞춰 발을 두드리며 Dreamin 'bout the mic and the money and the ladies 마이크와 돈과 여자들에 대해 꿈을 꾸던 사내 Oh mom, i promise im gonna be large 오 엄마, 진짜 저 잘 될거라고 약속해요 Someday im gonna stop tryin to borrow your car 언젠간 엄마 차도 그만 빌릴 때가 올 거에요 Gonna go far, with charisma and skill 카리스마와 스킬로, 최대한 멀리 가야지 Until they put my face on a million dollar bill 100만 달러 지폐에 내 얼굴이 나올 때까지 Atmosphere, its just a ten letter word Atmosphere, 그저 10글자로 이루어진 단어 Discretion is the name of my cement-feathered bird 신중함은 내 시멘트 깃털 새의 이름 And if you didnt hear, fuck whatevers heard 만약 듣지 못했다면, 뭘 들었건 상관 없어 I think you got the sickness i suggest you get it cured 너한텐 병이 있는거 같아, 어서 고치지 그래 Caught up in the mix, of a bottle full of fix 흥분제가 가득찬 술병 속에 묻힌 채로 Im gonna hobble down the street 'til i reach knob creek 난 문고리를 잡을 때까지 거리를 절뚝거리며 걸어갈거야 Its not that i dont like you, i just dont wanna speak 널 싫어하는게 아냐, 그냥 말하기 싫을 뿐이라고 You fuckin freak 이 정신병자야 Now keep your days out my week 이제 내 주(week)에서 네 일(day)들을 빼길 The world keeps a balance, through mathematics 세상은 수학을 통해서, 균형을 유지하고 Defined by whatever youve added and subtracted 네가 더하고 빼는 것에 의해서 만들어져 Im pushin on the hammer, to trigger the brain 난 총을 가지고 밀어붙여, 뇌의 방아쇠를 당기기 위해 Embrace how i live it, god loves ugly 그냥 내 삶을 포용해주길, 신은 추함을 사랑하니까 [chorus] God loves ugly... 신은 추함을 사랑해... Once upon a time in minneapolis, yo 옛날옛적 Minneapolis에서, yo I damn near had to steal the show 난 거의 쇼를 훔쳐야했었지 I stepped on the stage, who is it? 무대 위로 올라갔어, 누구야? My names slug ive come to kill a couple minutes 이름은 Slug, 2-3분쯤 죽이려고 왔어 Whats up with the way, that everybody gathers around each other 모두가 서로의 소리를 훔치기 위해 서로를 So they can steal each others sound 감싸는 모습, 대체 어떻게 된거야 If its all about gettin down with the get down 만약 이게 그저 함께하는 거에 관련된 일이라면 How long i gotta wait for these fools to sit down? 얼마나 오랫동안 바보들이 앉기를 기다려야 하는지? Appears more clear in its simplest form 단순한 형태를 띈 것은 더 확실하게 보이지 Nobody sees tears when youre standing in a storm 아무도 폭풍 속에서는 눈물을 보아주지 않아 Abandoning the norm, and handling the harvest 나는 기준을 버리고, 수확물을 거두고 Measuring the worth by the depth of the hardships 고난의 깊이에 따라서 가치를 측정하지 I welcome all the hatred you can aim at my name 내 이름을 향해 보내는 모든 증오를 환영해 I held on to the sacred ways of how to play the game 이 게임을 하는 신성한 방법에 집착했지 When the soldiers started runnin short on rations 식량을 잃은 군대가 도망치기 시작할 때 I began tappin the egg, to spark the hatchin 난 달걀을 두드려, 부화를 촉진시키고 Make it happen 성공했지 And take this captain to the gallows 이 선장은 교수대로 데려가게나 I keep steerin us into an area thats shallow 난 여전히 우릴 얕은 곳으로 이끌어가 Talkin to my shadow, he advised me not to worry 그림자와 얘기했더니, 걱정하지 말라고 충고해주네 He said i should plant my tree and let it rise out of the fury 그는 내가 나무를 심어 분노보다 높은 크기로 자라나게 하라고 했지 So give me some light, a little love and some liquid 그러니 약간의 빛과, 사랑과 물을 줘 Im gonna creep through the night 이 밤을 헤치고 기어가 And put a plug in the spigot 수도꼭지 구멍에 플러그를 꼽아야지 And when the water grows 만약 물이 쌓이고 And the dam starts to overflow 댐을 넘쳐흐르기 시작하거든 Ill float atop the flood, holding on to my ugly 난 그 물 위에 떠있을게, 이 추한 모습을 가지고 [chorus] Why scream, when you can lose yourself inside the wide-screen 왜 소릴 질러, 와이드 스크린에 자신을 바칠 수 있는데 Let life be a bowl of melted ice cream 삶을 녹은 아이스크림이 담긴 접시 혹은 Or be the deer thats caught in my high beams 내 조준에 걸려든 사슴이 되게 만들어봐 Im rollin with the lights on, scared stiff 전조등을 키고 달려, 두려움에 몸이 굳은채 Reality is just too much to bear with 현실은 견디기엔 너무 힘든 것 Paranoid, walkin around careless 편집증을 보이면서, 주의없이 걸어다니지 No wonder youre in love with your therapist 그러니 당연히 넌 주치의와 사랑에 빠진거겠지 Go to sleep my little time bomb 이제 잘 자렴, 내 귀여운 시한폭탄아 |
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from Atmosphere - Sad Clown, Bad Spring #12 (2008) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Seven's Travels (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Seven's Travels (2007)
Dialed up his homie Murs on the telephone
Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong Brain freezing up, he don't know what to do But the people that know him know that it ain't nothing new Catch five rings, then an answering machine Hang up on the beep, stare up towards the ceiling Stood up to remember that he slept fully-dressed So he grabbed his keys and put a hat on his rat's nest Stepped up to that big outside Somebody once said "Today's a good day to die." But he never really was a big fan of their work So he starts up the walk by kicking sand in the dirt A friend to the strangers, a stranger to friends He'll take a coffee and a pack of cigarettes when you have a minute Handle it. Paid up. The change, you can keep it He's a sucker for the morning smile and summer cleavage If you knew him better he'd ask for some time Cuz he's looking for a reservoire to empty his mind And there's only so much he can put in a song Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong (Hook 2X) And this house has gotta lotta walls But only very few mean anything to you And this house has gotta lotta walls But only very few mean anything to you No shop value to titillate Far from shallow, so get it straight Blacktop, sidewalk,and the street Cuz life is priceless and talk is cheap And as he sits (as he sits) in his four-cornered room Following a tune, born to consume Carefully learning and analyzing the lyrics you use Finally realizing that humility is a bruise Scared love don't make none If these walls could speak, they would peep about the fake ones Watching this man, falling off of his plan- Underachievin' just so he can understand. (Crazy reverse speech.) (Hook) So, who did your tattoos? That's nice And who built your tabboos? That's life If he had a glass pipe, he would smash it and use it to slash his wrists But someone already beat him to it He would fingerpaint you a picture with his blood A self-portrait, dramatic and morbid But the odds of you finding any appreciation are too slim- Keeps his outlook grim Tap his foot to the rhythm of original sin Throw his balls to the wind trying to know down these pins He'll keep swinging from the hair above his chin Till he finds his soul in the fifty cent bin The price of the payphone escalates Fake smile when he takes home one of his dates He could write another hate-poem for you to break Or maybe stay calm and wait for that big earthquake Still surrounded by the fire and the water Still trying to honor this empire's daughter Still answering questions you're afraid to ask Still believing that God's gonna save his ass (Hook) If you knew him better he'd ask for some time Cuz he's looking for a reservoire to empty his mind And there's only so much he can put in a song Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong |
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from Atmosphere - When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold (2008) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold [Amended Version] (2008) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere Ep'S (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Sad Clown Bad Winter #11 (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - God Loves Ugly (2007)
And she still wonders why I'm so insecure she giggles
because I sleep with the... Girl* can I throw panties on stage, like can I be a f**king groupie and just f**k you because you're on stage and other girls want to f**k you? Slug* See bands like us don't get groupies Girl* Noooo? Slug* yeah Girl* you guys are full of shit Slug* No it's not full of shit I mean have you guys ever heard our songs I mean basically? Girl* That's what I'm saying Slug* Exactly that's what I'm saying Smile, smile with me, smile with me, smile with me, please won't you... oh look at her she's looking as good as dinner and she's looking back at me as if maybe I'm a winner I'm in my late twenties little girl don't flirt with me I've got the capapbilities to program your circutry You don't have to believe me do yourself a little justice don't let slug undercook your muffins wait wait wait did I just say that I did must be losing it because it almost felt like it might just have some truth in it now back to the platter at hand she said she's twenty-one and quit school to go work for the man a switch up in the plan now she's happy as a chorus cause now she makes rent and now she drives a Taurus unwinding hanging out at the bar, I wonder if she knows that I'm not really a star she seems to be impressed by lack of an ego and my self-aware style, I like the way that she smiles she want to know how I find the words I do I don't really know but I can lie if you want me to angels sing to me in my sleep, I sold my damaged soul for the magic of speech and now she's laughing she likes the sarcasm so naturally I'm asking if she 's got a captain she says a captain what? You mean a man at home the answer is no I came to this bar alone well heavens to betty enough about boyfriends already just trying to keep the conversation petty beacuse as much as I would like to play in the forest ain't no way this girl is going to break into my fortress I've never made a practice of introducing the matress to women that I meet at my own gig I don't know can't imagine anything as alchohol and hormones turning out to be anything big but babys hella beautiful and even kind of bright I got the fire of a vampire inside me tonight might be alright eveything seems tight I've got a good buzz and she's giving me the green light so tell me girl what ya doing after she says hopefully hanging out with my new favorite rapper now wait a minute that's not fair your throwing boulders I can tell by the way your hair touches your shoulders be straight with me and I'll be me with you I can think of some of us that we should do so if you think I'm coming home with you tonight you're probably right you're pobably right a few more beers a couple more laughs undressing my past with the questions she asks yes, I love cactus and I would love to take a bath if I spent the night would you massage my back she's closing in for the embrace and slightly tucks her hand under my face her hair smells so good I got to have a taste where's your ford let's ditch this place and in the parking lot she sparked it off she must be starving for someone to hit the harp I've never been kissed with such passionate bliss porn star damn near tore my lips apart honey slow it up hold it up start the car let's leave this garage le'ts go to your apartment lyndale ave. on the way to the her rest her drunk ass turn to look at me and she says you're so beautiful from the hair to the soles I know, can't belive that I never met you before feels liike I've been waiting for you me whole life she missed the red light we hit a pick-up truck and we both DIED |
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from Atmosphere - Sad Clown, Bad Spring #12 (2008) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Headshots: Se7En (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Headshots: Se7En (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Seven's Travels (2007)
[NWA airline attendant]
Welcome aboard ladies and gentlemen This is Northwest Airlines flight 7-7-7-7 [echo] [Old vinyl sample] Real love It's the real love It's the real love [Slug] What is history when it's being made? C'mon help me make it, you come here help me make it What is history when it's being made? Girl help me make it, come here help me make it What is history when it's being made? Brother come here help me make it What is history when it's being made? Everybody, let's make it Since 1972-72-72 [echo] [NWA airline attendant (intermittently inaudible)] Please take a moment to locate the exit nearest to you Using(?) in line, cause they may be behind you With our cabin unpressurized at a high altitude(?) during flight We should be arriving safely (?) in dropdown compartment above your seat Neatly pull the mask firmly toward you Start to suck oxygen (?) with the mask over your nose and mouth turn you on your locking strap over your head over your head - over your head [echo] |
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from Atmosphere - You Can'T Imagine How Much Fun We'Re Having (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Headshots: Se7En (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere Ep'S (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold (2008) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold [Amended Version] (2008) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Seven's Travels (2007)
[CHORUS]
In my Continental Splinter off the mental When you want the best show Never accept anything less Elements of purpose True love from the first kiss Spread it on the surface Sit back and watch the progress [VERSE 1: Slug] T-t-t-t-t-t-teacher, teacher, how can I learn patience? Planted in the middle and outside of your nation Take the care to build a familiar foundation Speak to the youth that keep the truth sacred Free the, free the good inside your heart Your neighborhood, it needs you to travel with your art From New York to Cali, some day they'll all know Cincinnati, Milwaukee, Chicago Now I've come a long way from the younger days When I used to look up curse words in my dictionary If life's a game, gotta choose a side to play If I gotta pick a position I'ma pick missionary I've had a little bit too much to think tonight But it's cool, I be alright, just make sure that I keep travellin Your reactions only reinforce the previous thoughts You'd feel the distance even if the bridge was collapsin Well, kudos and props and every hollow desire That you could conjure in an instant that it takes to breathe I got my Duplos and blocks and Lincoln Logs for when it's time to build I wait patiently for them to catch up to speed (And I'll be) [CHORUS] [VERSE 2: Slug] T-t-t-t-t-t-t-teacher, teacher, show me what you know now Load up your van with musicians and go south Visit Atlanta, Memphis, Tulsa, Texas Plug in the decks, check the mics, fight the wreckage Keep the, keep the motive in your movement Let em know where you come from and show them how you do it Children are the focus, give em one to grow with Learn em how to take they minutes, turn em into moments See, nowadays cats think they on some next And they sacrifice they voice just to go over heads If I felt as if I had somethin special to tell Why would I work against myself and hide it under my belt? I used to try to lace the phrases with magic tricks Every paragraph needed translation attached to it They saw the style, respected the craft But all I did was confuse em, would try to get em to laugh Painted pictures in the primer, no one got the pulp Found the humor, the anger and the insult Why should I waste any oxygen Tryin to find the in-between-the-lines that they get lost within? I'm out there for the craft, for the cause The laughter, the applause, the passion for the flaws The fact that I'ma draw some heads to what I'm feelin Lift em all up until they try to touch the ceiling Come on and reach the, reach the masses won by singular They hold you and they smile when they feel what you can bring to the Culture and sow it, cultivate the flow with Breath control and he kept it whole, be- Cause piece by piece the picture turns to puzzle If you lose a few those that remain change into rubble Freedom is a word not heard from those that own it Can't fix the machine if you don't have the components (And I'll be) [CHORUS] Cause we're not from this planet We come from somewhere else And you can't understand it Cause you don't know yourself But when the time is right Our path will be unveiled Till then you seek your light While I sit and bite my nails |
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from Atmosphere - Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere Ep'S (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Seven's Travels (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Sad Clown, Bad Spring #12 (2008) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Seven's Travels (2007)
you don't know me
you just left me you don't know me you just left me you don't know me you just left me you don't know me you just left me And he was a man Or so he thought Paid attention to the lessons that he taught Second hand me down blessing She was short on patience Carried person hated every day people The plight of the pessimist Habitual living daily schedule consisted of work Television and sexual moments But some times it gets so hope less When non-sense raises an oct of thought blocks With a firm grasp on the grudge they both clutched in the name of love Fear of the results had push ever came to shove Seduced for fun Produce a a lot of fight Two youths on the run Learning some truth about life And when he stares at the stars he reflects on the moon The time the talks they share walking around calhoon And when she watches the look on his face as he sleeps She recalls every inch as to how it got this deep Now how am I to know you like the way I laugh I can't read the map, no ones ever seen the path? The one you take a bath with is the same on the freeze your path Oh you going out? what time you goin be back? Cause they were two perfect kids In a two perfect worlds Today the part of man and women will be played by boy and girl Lets all take seats Please quiet during the performance Lift her pull her from the orchids Trying to read the script but keep getting trapped in the margins Lift them pull them from the gardens Your horoscope says we should share an apartment Lift them pull them apart from their gardens Now she was smart She grew up with this complex That the people that surrounded her seemed to expect the world And he was tall over six no attempt to predict the fall Though he'd seen it all Until his all became that girl She said she loves the drugs But when she comes down She speaks about finishing She's convinced its the last visit He doesn't know the difference between come and go Just give him one to grow and watch him collapse inside of a half pivot She died her hair black Maybe now she can relax Maybe now the regulars will stare half as hard He wears a old face and beer gut Existence validation printed on the monthly statements That comes from master card He thinks she sleeps to much She thinks he spends to much He thinks her friends are jokes She thinks he's out of touch He thinks she drinks to much She think he thinks to much Its all another phase turning the page in the book of growing up She's has seen a lot of sex He tried to hide his resentment But their wasn't nothing thing left for them to label new But sometimes the obvious ain't simple to see Cause even the time that they killed Wasn't something that she wasnt accustomed too She never comprehended what to make of it He was never quite prepared to study the reaching Together they shared the sacred practices of breathing The weather was fair how ever the hovering clouds weren't leaving Discover the little drama demons that hide deep inside the frame work and live in That congested brain They had old lovers on the side old flames That some how managed to spark regardless of the pouring rains And each time they mixed up the ingredients They'd recheck the recipe to see maybe they written it incorrectly Collect me consume me release me snuggle Two geniuses putting together the pieces to a blank puzzle Every time I chase a squirrel it rips apart my world Every time I chase a squirrel it rips apart my world Every time I chase a squirrel it rips apart my world And every time I chase a squirrel it rips apart my world |
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from Atmosphere - When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold (2008) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold [Amended Version] (2008) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere Ep'S (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Seven's Travels (2007)
"Keep movin' your body in my direction"
"Let's continue our party everybody by just clapping our hands." [Slug] Colossal, large, big as it gets, massive I'd kill you all if I wasn't so passive Instead I creep off to a booth and hold it solo To study these people, you f**kin' filth Walkin on my fifth, or maybe my sixth Where every women represents the meaning of existence I've no choice but to notice the one that consistently keeps me enlisted Keeps me aware, she has no idea where my head sits And if she did how do think she'd react, maybe double up and laugh? Maybe catch some relief, place wagers on the theories, keep your eye on my trap Emotions speak through me in the form of gratuity Is this enough? Is there an underlying message? Of course - every act deserves a/in response It's my place to watch the one she takes, try to guess it If I could only prove what I really feel Maybe Just, would thrust her into my zone Let's go, like *thump* time to pay the bill Again the waitress and I both drive home alone, where you goin'? |
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from Atmosphere - You Can'T Imagine How Much Fun We'Re Having (2007) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - Seven's Travels (2007)
[Flight Announcement]
"Flight 101, Super Jet service for Pittsburgh and Los Angeles will depart from Gate 12. Passengers may proceed into the gate area for checking..." [faded out echoing] [Slug] (Oh yeah) Los Angeles, hot and bothered Helicopters watch their daughters play parking lot soccer A whole lot of love from the target's hide Got a soul looking for a magic carpet ride Environment, perfect for a hustle Many people are distracted by the puzzle And while they're not lookin', the angel got tooken Welcome to the gray space between fingerprinting and booking Do your best 'cause the lesson is love It's enough to keep your head up, another day to get up Wake up, and let the sun shine through the smog Free the dialogue 'til everyone believes in God L.A., to some it's hell, to some it's play Pay the cover charge and watch what you say The Barbie doll's caught, body parts come off And I think she's a he...STOP, look at how it walks They got the weirdoes, the talent, the beautiful An arm and a leg for a one-story cubicle And if the heat don't beat you, the pigs will Everyone's relaxed, but no one can sit still Los Angeles... I love it, I love it... (Lips Glisten... believe 'em.) "Ooh California highway... California my way." |
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from Atmosphere - Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere Ep'S (2007) | |||||
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from Murs 3:16: Walk Like A Man (2005) | |||||
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from Atmosphere - God Loves Ugly (2007)
Individually wrapped, placed in neat little rows
Becoming A piece, of everything that grows Some numbers, A name, to indicate you played the game Came empty handed and left the same A soul is A soul and A shell is A shell The border in between is full of everything you felt Some cling to A cross because they're tired and lost They leave it up to the weather to measure the cost And everytime I look within I recognize the darkness Familiar to the image of the artist Staring at the bathroom mirror in A strangers apartment Can't remember her name, don't remember how I got here But here I am, thinking about death again Humbles out the stress, helps the breath get in I need to check my friends as well as my next of kin To let them know I love them all to the end And when the soul begins to reap, I think she'll know me from the sleep I keep caught in the corner of my bloodshot eyes And if she has the nerve, to let me dump a few last words I'm gonna turn to the earth and scream 'Love your life!' Love your life, quite cliche but I guess thats me A ball of pop culture with some arms and feet As discrete as I've tried to keep the drama and cancer It's no secret I hunger for someone to feed the answers I never expected a bowl of cherries I'm just a virgo trying to find my own version of the virgin mary And when I let them carry me to a cemetary I wanna be buried with a pocket full of clarity (Chorus) Now, how many times must you prove you're an angel How many more demons do you have to strangle How much longer must you remain in this dream Before I finally figure out if you're insane or a genius How many times must you prove you're an angel How many more demons do you have to strangle How much longer must you remain in this dream Before I finally figure out if you're insane or a genius Let no tears to fall from none of y'all Just remember it all, the beauty as well as the flaws L-O-V-E L-I-F-E Here lies Sean, finally free And as I look across the sea I smile at the sun While it feeds the weeds the nutrition they need The people still breathe, the city still bleeds I'm going to love it to death and keep planting my seeds I'm going to love it to death and keep an eye on the seeds I'll be in love till im dead, I keep reaching the seeds I'll give all I got left just to teach you to read Love life to the death and keep planting my seeds And when the soul begins to reap, I think she'll know me from the sleep I keep caught in the corner of my bloodshot eyes And if she has the nerve, to let me dump a couple last words I'm gonna turn to the earth and scream (Love your life) (Chorus) LOVELIFE (x16) |
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from Atmosphere - Headshots: Se7En (2007) | |||||
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2:35 | ||||
from Atmosphere - Sad Clown Bad Fall Number 10 (2007) | |||||
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2:42 | ||||
from Atmosphere - Sad Clown Bad Fall Number 10 (2007) | |||||
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4:24 | ||||
from Atmosphere - Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere Ep'S (2007) | |||||
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3:35 | ||||
from Atmosphere - Sad Clown Bad Summer Number 9 (2007) | |||||
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3:41 | ||||
from Atmosphere - When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold (2008) | |||||
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3:41 | ||||
from Atmosphere - When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold [Amended Version] (2008) | |||||
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7:45 | ||||
from CuCaBo (2009) | |||||
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3:45 | ||||
from Atmosphere - God Loves Ugly (2007) | |||||
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4:50 | ||||
from Atmosphere - Headshots: Se7En (2007) | |||||
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4:14 | ||||
from Atmosphere - Overcast! (2007) | |||||
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1:49 | ||||
from Atmosphere - Overcast! (2007) | |||||
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3:52 | ||||
from Atmosphere - You Can'T Imagine How Much Fun We'Re Having (2007) | |||||
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5:02 | ||||
from Atmosphere - Seven's Travels (2007)
[Slug]
(I pledge allegiance to Budweiser and free drugs) Peace to Rick James, Anna Nicole Smith, Bill Clinton And Motley Crue And anyone else who has ever utilized their 15 minutes Of fame to realize their true dreams of being an Absolute jerk off, just to keep the masses entertained This goes out to learning from the mistakes of others Bring it on now Come on I said come on I said come on [Verse 1] They call me a jerk, once they get to know me But they don't stop calling, they read me well It's no work if I was phony, I'd win a trophy Who needs to make records when there's seeds to sell Freak the bell, and make it all spin crooked God please help, too much grim to look at Grab the tree by the limb and shook it Like, "Have you seen my self esteem, where the hell'd you put it?" Oh wait, never mind, I found it in a bottle Drunk at the Troubadour talking to a model Wrecked the rental on Santa Monica Boulevard I was headed to the El Rey to slap a security guard [Chorus] Rowdy, stubborn, loud and arrogant As American as apple pie and embarrassment Package the kid's face, put it on display Look ma!, another national disgrace Dumb and ignorant, drunk and belligerent Open up your heart y'all, come on and let me in Package the kid's face, put it on display Look ma!, another national disgrace [Verse 2] The liquor gets hold of the head liver's soul Blurry on Sixth Street and Red River Road Last thing I remember was the Ogden Theatre Backstage bathroom making out with all three of ya Kicked out of Topcats... for where I put the vomit at Finally passed out in a laundry mat Malnourished and topless, slurring and obnoxious Like, "Yo, we got this!" The Zodiac Killers 'bout to rock this At the Great American Music Hall, pissin on the box office Pick apart the detail, alcohol and females All around the world same song Houseton and Ludlow, Maxfish, Vampire You poor the beer and I'll bring the satire No prob, I'll play the part of doorknob and make it look So good you're gonna wish that it was your job [Chorus] [Verse 3] It's all about the hangovers, and late checkouts Maid banging on the door like, "Wake up! Get Out!" But Come on mami, y'all probably don't want me comin' Out like a Zombie brushing teeth in the lobby This is a career, not a hobby Ain't no reason to fear what you wanna see Hey paparazzi, don't you wanna watch me quote the Fonzi and then crash his Mazaradi? Sweat pants, t-shirt, mesh hat, blue blockers Feeding Jack D. to a room full of teenie boppers Howdy neighbor, take a shot for flavor Let's debate whether or not we should punch the waiter I'm just kidding, let's love each other It goes lick, swallow, suck, and order another Do what you like, don't nobody care It's a sign of success only in America [Chorus] [Chorus End: 4x] I didn't cooome to start no trouble or hurt no one I'm just heeere to get drunk, party, and have some fun |
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3:59 | ||||
from Atmosphere - Sad Clown, Bad Spring #12 (2008) | |||||
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11:39 | ||||
from Atmosphere - Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere Ep'S (2007) | |||||
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4:02 | ||||
from Atmosphere - Overcast! (2007) | |||||
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3:29 | ||||
from Atmosphere - God Loves Ugly (2007)
[Slug talking to crowd]
I'm different because I respect my audience and I don't yell at them... And I'm special because I respect my audience... (Guy in crowd: YA!) SHUT THE F**K UP! [Slug] 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, come and cop some flows Cross your toes in hopes that I don't climb you like an obstacle Mission Impossible, fishin' in the kitchen sink Ya'll'll fall for anything so what you think this kid'll bring? Poker face, let me hold my place, the name's sake(?) Slug But you? You can call me so(?) grace Open invitation to catch today's ejaculation All across the front of your pretty little apron (Bitch) This goes to those that wanna mouthful of Sean's load Thanks for startin' now you're barkin' down the wrong road Sacrifice plays a part in grabbin' mics from now till the afterlife I'll continue, pass(?) it like I love this f**kin' whore with all my heart And ain't nobody gonna stop me from doin' my part It gave me life, it saved me life, it raised me right So slideshow decide (slide shoulder side), and please hand over that mic [Chorus x2] Who am I? [2nd: What is this?] One of a kind Send em' one at time You're all the same Only separate by kick snares and names Some of ya'll even share the same names So f**k you and your lies baby show no shame [Slug] So point a finger at the sucker that's havin' a good summer Ain't got no bread, no wheat, no 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 And spend all you got just to hate the clown You can fake the frown, imitate the sound Underworld, worldwide, wide world of underground It goes one little, two little, three little indie rap Headphones, backpack, watch em' all piggy back 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, 'F**k a major label till it limps!' Put your deal upon our table and we'll show you who's the pimp There is no sympathy for the careless F**k the extra credit, and f**k the demerits Class dismissed [Chorus x2] One of a kind Send em' one at time You're all the same Only separate by kick snares and names Some of ya'll even share the same names So f**k you and your lies baby show no shame What is this? Who am I? One of a kind, one at a time... So f**k you and your lies baby show no shame |
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from Atmosphere - God Loves Ugly (2007)
[Slug]
Atmosphere... Atmosphere.... Atmosphere [Slug] 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 f**king holiday Can't never be captured they can toy with my shell But only after they walk on my backwards through b-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 f**king scene (f**king scene) [Slug] 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 f**king 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..... |