Atmosphere - Blamegame lyrics

Yo, yo, yo

I wish that I had something to say
That could wipe that smile right
Off of your face
Here take my hand pretend you know my man
Blame it all on the game
Blame it all on the game

To cold dis another's a thing that we love
So here's another one to get jealous of
Do it Ja!

So push your hand up if
You remember the Juice Crew
They don't make em' like they used to
This supposed to be the new school?
Your guns are aimless, songs are nameless
How long you been famous?
I claim this region two hundred-mile radius
Twin Cities' flavors Rhymesayers
Got the tastiest and you can hate me
It's part of the territory
As long as you know it's
Impossible to ignore me
From middle fingers to hugs
Tofu to the drugs the fight's fists
Might as well just take pictures of Slug
And live out your own life to the fullest
Why you starin' at my feet when
You're standin' in this bullshit?
You could never learn how to
Ride a bike without balance
So what's the point of trying to
Grab the mic without talents
Go get your brakes looked at
You fucking fake hood rat
Wanna be the basement's greatest? Too late
Already took that!
Father knows best, but Father knows stress
But Father needs love, a back rub
And some rest
Damn he could use a good home cooked meal
Been burnin' both ends since
He broke the seal
Up, up and away, watch him take off
Give himself a little hell and
Quit the day job and ignite the sunlight
Tryin' to write about life
About face, break the fear
And you're here till the plight

And I wish that I had something to say
That could wipe that smile right
Off of your face
Here take my hand pretend you know my name
And blame it all on the game
Blame it all on the game

Cats be walkin' into the spot
Like they own it
Wearin' a face that they should
Save for they opponents
With the shoelaces tied
Yet too wasted to drive
Either way I've arrived to bless
This place with my vibe
Yeah right, my vibe ain't even cool
I sit in the corner and drink
Until I slur and drool
The t-shirt says "Shoot pool, not people
Kill time, not life
Grab the mic and let the beat go"
(Beat go beat go beat go)
But that's good for me
It's hard to hide a magic card
When you wear a short sleeve
Force feed what I've got
When they not hungry
Tryin' to replace everything that they
Ripped off from me
Bloat the tummy, and choke the dummy theory
Beat the point dead until these
Folks hear me clearly
Keep it all simple, a simplistic intricate
Rebuild the robots with bigger
Tit's and little fists
Repo man, a world full of slow jams
Grab the prize and clutch it
Tight with both hands
Why go to serve tall talk?
Anyone that calls this fall off
Can suck my balls off
I ain't goin' nowhere, I'm still here
Right here
Same spot that I stood when you first woke up
The same guy that grabbed the mic
And made your girl wanna fuck
The same MC still runnin' on
An empty tank of luck

And I wish that I had something to say
That could wipe that smile right
Off of your face
Here take my hand, pretend you know my name
And blame it all on the game
Blame it all on the game
And I wish that I had something to say
That could wipe that smile right
Off of your face
Come here take my hand, pretend you know

Blame it all on the game
(Blame it all on the game)
Blame it all on the game
(Blame it all on the game)
Blame it all on the game
(Blame it all on the game)
Blame it all on the game
(Blame it all on the game)
Blame it all on the game
(Blame it all on the game)
Blame it all on the game
(Blame it all on the game)
Blame it all on the game
(Blame it all on the game)
Blame it all on the game
(Blame it all on the game)
Blame it all on the game
(Blame it all on the game)
Blame it all on the game
(Blame it all on the game)
Because of the beats other rhymes
When in fact it did