Atmosphere - I Wish Those Cats at Fobia Would Give Me Some Free Shoes lyrics

[Atmosphere - I Wish Those Cats at Fobia Would Give Me Some Free Shoes lyrics]

Tomorrow's forecast: flurries motherfucker!
(snowman in full effect)
Snowman in full effect so play
The odds out 'till April
The tapes will grow so we
Can buy posters and staples
I bet that kid Slug will bust flows
If you ask nice it's Friday night
Point me to the party wanna grab mics
Used to get queezy when it was
Time to rock that BB
But nowadays I'm just trying to get
Musab away from the TV
Cause I can't fuck with the Zenith
I rather criticize Tuesdays releases
With the elitists at the fetus
Yet, another factory film is what we present
Surrounding, bitch needed a ballpoint
No grievance
Let's all point our fingers towards
The path we venture
Minneapolis natives taken the rap
Of winter bad contender
Let me catch a lukewarm triple
Mocha to reach the speed
Of the?cat? that scratched on my sofa
And in the green room is emcees and
In the kitchen is dirty dishes
And my position: blurry vision
And I'm livin' in a section
Where heads is frozen stiff
And these skinny powdered sniffin' kids
Is posin' talkin' shit
Since the first time I met you
Backstage in the name room
I knew that I did not want
To occupy the same room
I drive for a living
But I take the bus to work
Auditioned for the role of Jesus
Got the part of "Jerk"
Armed with a walkman and a fake grin
And a basement mindstate when I

Simply took a left at Nicollet
Sucking on a cigarette did some
Pinch hit's before I left
And now the nicotine is liftin' it
Choke at the last drag and
Flick remains at the gutter
Flip up the hood just to
Keep the brains covered
I'm trying to grow a mountain
Out of a foothill
I see people rockin' my t-shirt
And I'm still shopping at Goodwill
In a struggle, in a warzone
Grew some extra personality
Now I won't have to flee or fight alone
The microphone: that's my weapon and I'm
On a quest for Heaven
Or rent me some comprehension
It's busy as fuck
Just gimme a three hour lead (Hour lead)
So I can reflect maybe rent a flick
And re learn how to read
The weed turn out the sleeves and
Found a bunch of tricks
And used a cleaver to relieve
All these unnecessary limbs
Misplaced the gems and jewels I
Meant to give you to lift you
And lost my mind inside the issue
And now I live it in a
Section where heads is frozen stiff
And these skinny powdered sniffin' kids
Is posin' talkin' shit
Since the first time I met you
Backstage in the name room
I knew that I did not want
To occupy the same room
I drive for a living
But I take the bus to work
Auditioned for the roll of Jesus
Got the part of "Jerk"
Armed with a walkman and a fake grin
And a basement mindstate when I think

Now, I got spies positioned at
Various chivos around the city
Lots of people that's down with me cause
The evils out to get me
It's easy to decipher who can taste me
A lot of locals used to hate me
But now I think the tolerate me
You can only hear what I feel
When my eyes are shut
Mistakes are piling up
Excuses: they lining up
I'm trying to fuck reality
But I'm impotent I can't get it up
Cause she's a duck and her
Personality sucks just my luck
I caught the wrong bus guess I'll
Get off at the crossroads
And take a long lunch
Next month when I got my head
Right I'mma grab a lead pipe
And beat some life into this dead mic
So let the tape roll and
Extract all the juices
Read the hate mail in the bathroom
And place wages on the losers
In the beginning
You can't help but wanna be innovative
But eventually the opposition
Leaves you jaded like hell no
(Hell no) , I don't wish I was a baller
I'm six foot three
There ain't no need for me to be any taller
I just wish those cats over
There at Fobia would
Hit me off with some free gear or somethin'
Cause I'm livin' in a section
Where heads is frozen stiff
And these skinny powdered sniffin' kids
Is posin' talkin' shit
Since the first time I met you
Backstage in the name room
I knew that I did not want
To occupy the same room
I drive for a living but I
Take the bus to work
Auditioned for the role of Jesus
Got the part of "Jerk"
Armed with a walkman and a fake grin
And a basement mindstate when I
Think of how simple it could all be

Uh, yeah, Gob said that uh
I I can come in and pick some shit out?
That-that's cool? Alright

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