Atmosphere - Clay lyrics

When I first landed the damage was outlandish
Anguish, anxiousness
And taking it for granted
But when I first landed, I was so relieved
I lost my focus
Soon exceeded recommended dosages
Now I hold the crib that holds the
Soul that holds the poet skills
Exclusive: it leaves illusions
Of unfocused flows
I don't suppose you're taking too much time
Breaking too much mind trying
To unravel the babble
That dismantled and left the lines
In need of some assembly
So I can find the secret key
And free all the emcees
This planet spins on a thin axis
All-access passes won't help you
To grasp the Atmos
I mean, what did you think
My agenda was to freestyle, smile
Get paid to smoke weed
And grab the mic and spoonfeed?
There's more to this than
Just paying the rent
If you're riding on this song you need
To ride it to the end

What could you say as the Earth
Gets further and further away?
Planets as small as balls of clay

Some shells get broke
Some keep their wigs closed
Some get exposed as little man big pose
Some make moves and some stay daydreamers
But everbody seems to want some loot
Food and a beemer
Well make mine hunter green
With camel insides
10 percent tints, Mr pibb
And some french fries
Inch by inch I take it closer to the shoulder
But day by day it's getting
Harder to stay sober
Once again on the edge, head's inebriated
Movement needs motive
It's easier to be sedated
What makes me mighty and another tiny?
Why does my psyche give a damn about
Whether or not you like me?
If this crime's right I might be wrong
I grip this mic tight because it's all
I really have a grip on
So let the losers lose and
Let the players play
The only difference is the day to
Some dust on the clay, what

Whose world is that? it ain't mine
And I'm grateful
Already got a plate full of clay on my table
I'm capable of handling fate, I know this
So do the people that get
Pissed when this microphonist spit's
Too many get caught up in the
Lines that emcees thought up
But it's clear to me the ones that
Fear me are the ones that oughta
I spot a blemish on your planet's existence
I deliver subtle terror submerged
In clever sentences
Instantly pissin' away the misfit's
The only residue that came of
The hypothetical spew they sprayed
When they swayed I'd have 'em
Half of 'em can't fathom
Where the maths from
My man Beyond knows, tou can ask him
At last, when we get down to it
There's more than sand and fluid
Involved in how I revolve and evolve
Can we solve the secrets? No
Can we take trinkets? No
So when the ink hit's it's more
Than just a sequenced flow
I can't bring it with so
I'm a leave me here
Centuries from now they're
Gonna study Atmosphere
Carefully I steer, I'm aware life is fatal
When I go, I wanna go like hope
Taken by the Plato