Atmosphere - Edie Brikell (Sixtoo Bush At The Helm Remix) Lyrics
I feel that most of you soliders are flimsyHow the hell did you get over as an emcee?Now the dialouge injectors they simplyAnd I respect those that hold it against mePay dues and make rules to break rulesStayed cool amongst tools and fake fools gave jewels to useFrom cradle to grade school to the graveAnd still wade through these pools of I love you and I hate youAnd the turntable keeps on turnin and turninNothin can ***** with the way it goes around (x2)First off focus, figure out why you wrote itWhats the motvie?What you use to grow it?Where you tryin to go with it?Do the people want it?Do they need it? Or maybe they would rather that you keep itIs the party now popin? Or at least a couple of heads noddin?Does the pass or fail depend on wether or not a checks gotten?Is it the laughter, the love, the hope?Is it the aspiration to make other rappers think ya dope?Is it the fans, the adoration of devils and angels?The hunger, you want more than left over egg rolls?Shit, I made a video I aint even got cableSo if you aint down with what we doin you better lay lowMy futures made of Play-Dough, past is made of stoneVirgo playboy Slug is dumb building a homeAnd it lead me to belive the 3D that I breathe,Through the TV and the CD be the need to grit the teethA twenty-something wastelandHere comes the out of place spacemanSpread the wingspanStarin at the oceanLike it was a womanHopin that shell let me run my toes through her pink sandAnd the turntable keeps on turnin and turninNothin can ***** with the way it goes around (x2)Now here I sit in this cellarWriting my interpretations of Helter SkelterIt goes one part hustlerTwo parts good guySounds like it should but this shit doesnt look rightTook my hook and pierced ya skinSo now when I say jump you say whenWhen I say now all yall say whereWhen I say Atmos you say phereYou know me but just the meI let you see the me you needSo you can set yourself freeYoull have to ***** Slug up to shut Slug upBut for now baby please close your mouth and lift your butt upAnd the turntable keeps on turnin and turninNothin can ***** with the way it goes around (x2)I used to play the back of the club in study modePlacin bets on who would leave the set with a bloody noseHead shots used to talk a lot of shitUsed to walk a lot of shitThe pre-trial of accomplishmentBefore I knew that this network existedJust another pair of baggy pants sweatshirted misfitThe piolt sticker bombs spell it rightS-L-U-G dont get it wrong that shits my lifeAnd Im thankful for the angle the lessons learnedIm happy as hell for how the carosuel turnedSmilin at the angel that stole my spermCause now maybe the legend can out live the germAnd the turntable keeps on turnin and turninNothin can ***** with the way it goes around (x2)
