Atmosphere - Heart lyrics

"You see
What you mistake for madness is just
Over acuteness of the senses
And now it came to my ears a low, dull sound
Such as a watch makes when wrapped in cotton
I knew that sound too it was the
Beating of the old man's heart"

Man, I'm telling you some motherfuckers just
Have no kind of heart man
Serious man, motherfuckers man
These motherfuckers have no self
Respect and shit man
I don't wanna pay no dues
Just wanna drop like a fucking LP tomorrow
And then to top it off, these motherfuckers
They don't have no heart to their music
You know what I mean?
Sound like little girls and shit

If you respect yourself
If you respect yourself
If you respect yourself
If you respect yourself
If you respect yourself

Do you - now, it started off rather basic
Just some small scale dabblin'
Confined to the basement
Never knew I'd grow into this full time user
Never figured that I was a winner or
A loser only did the due to
Have fun and only got with a crew
Because it seemed natural to have one
Capture the life in the form of the
Grip around the mic hold it
Right like a love hold it
Tight with plight fortifies my
Existence reinforces my position in
This course that
I'm sticking to my path now
I can see it all laid out in my past while
Trying to catch what it's about
In my last breath
Pull the toxins in, and I bet
Death's about to box me in
But before this bitch comes to get some
I'mma do my job on this m-i-c
And feed you a thick one

You can have all the heart in the world
Doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya
I'm getting older and I'm knowing better
You can have all the heart in the world
Doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya
I'm getting older and I'm knowing better
You can have all the heart in the world
Doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya
I'm getting older and I'm knowing better
Let a, pissed rapper step to this captain
And get up off your
Head kid, I'll bitch smack Hugh Hefners

Now, I'm about to put a slug in
Show business and if everything goes right
I'm leaving no witness
I hold this inside the chest
So big it hardly fit's it trips
Between a true fan of party
Shit's quick to lace the
Track with substance for
All the young guns that's really listening
At the functions so you can love it or
Leave it, fuck it or keep it, either way
I'll be here trudging through the deep shit
I've done well over one hundred cuts and
Gotten the feed back of love
From some of the ones I've touched and thus
I'm not quitting never stop rippin'
You gotta be kiddin' shit
He's on a mission is it possible
The mics got my soul?
I'll make them all say
"Ho!" and Rhymesayers
Rock the show let 'em know that
It's more than a career goal
Cut that zero and let the
Hero in your ear hole, yo!

Emcees please excuse the "Q's"
And "P's" but i grew up on BDP, EPMD
Run-DMCs i don't believe you should hold
A mic and rolled up
With a bus full of friends that think alike
I'm having a hard time trying to
Keep it simple just for
The fuckers that don't seem to
Read between the ripples
It's all nipples and clit's
In this rap shit, catch a licking if you
Lay back passive bastard
It's like that y'all, it's
Like that y'all
Art imitates life and most of
It is wack y'all
You gotta learn how to read
The info the individual
Provides they probably won't dig
Me till I've died die die die
Die die die die die die
Dead, ha