Atmosphere, Musab - Current Status lyrics

I peep Rap City highlights to my eyesight
Witnesses, bitches and kids fronting
To bring their shit
You get nothing from this, write redundant
I leave the dumb shit i never half-ass
My blast has you overcome with
The basement aroma
Should've waited for your diploma
Instead you dropped out
Now you grab the microphone to
Let the fox out, I box out this center
Ripping to end your agenda cause
I'm the microphone pincher
Since you started rhyming you
Been barred from flying
Tryna push me to peep
I didn't buy your tape cause pussy is cheap
Pushing me deep, so I brush it to fuck it
You get rusted to rubbish cause
My stuff is conducted on some thoroughness
That "fuck the world" shit
Don't make it happen
You roll without friends and that sure
As hell don't attract 'em
The five man travelling band
I stand sagging my pants
Caramel skin color, the slim brother
I cancel and contort your financial support
A&Rs ridiculed for having thoughts
To deliver you
Give your crew brain lacerations
You having dreams about stardom
Is only fame masturbation
My name has awakened the criterion
So judgement is passed
Anybody budges I blast
Bustin' that ass and got class for the clone
Brothers need to relax straight to
The back like domes

Where you at?
(To all the bad heads with the word)
Where you at?
(And if you getting fed by the herb)
Where you at?
(And all the brothers keeping shit tough)
Where you at?
(And others talking shit about us bitch)

No excuses, I feel that there's none needed
I know that you resent me cause
I study how I'm greeted
I'm quick to touch the mic for
The rep and for the loot
I'm known around my village as the
Mouth that likes to shoot
Now I no longer have
Time for your irrelevance
Because the ignorance is just as
Dangerous as the intelligence
It's all about the passage
I'm trying to grasp it
And hopefully my son will forgive
Me for my habit's i manage to pity those
Flavorless with shitty flows
Amped off their camp acting
Out their favorite videos save it
Give me those trophies you call balls
For my display case
Now walk away and save face fuck the beef
Even you believe it ain't needed
I know that deep down you respect me
Cause you study how I'm greeted
It's sewing up seams, it's plugging holes
Slug knows it takes more than toy
Flows and a B-boy pose
See, he keeps it clear and
He strikes the fear
And he even caught a Grammy for
Marketing strategy of the year
Where, oh where is the server?
Current status
Emcees need to take their bras
Off and burn 'em

Where you at? (To the ones that's in the
Front with their hands
In the air like they just don't care)
Where you at?
(And to them kids in the back tactfully
Surveying the stage to see who's wack)
Where you at?
(And to the ones who grab the mics at shows
House parties or by self, yeah go head
Get your flow on man) where you at?
(And to that kid crawling out his crib
At night putting fame on trains
Bus benches and stop lights)

Lavish, I'll never have it
I get too happy doing atmospheric
Damage to your amateurish madness
Lavish, I'll never have it
I get too happy doing atmospheric
Damage to your amateurish madness
Check your current status