>>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 (4x)
[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] (4x)
>>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] (2x)
>>Three!
