Atmosphere - Onemosphere lyrics
[Atmosphere - Onemosphere lyrics]
You're so ugly you're so ugly
Atmosphere, and maybe you don't like us
But of all the stars in the sky
Believe we're one of the brightest
My life is as trife as
Your favorite rap record
And I'm possessed with that insight that
Enables me to laugh better
From the last letter back to the 'A'
From around my way out of the wrapping paper
Without the fucking holiday
Can't never be captured
They can toy with my shell
But only after they walk a
Mile backwards through b-boy hell
From here on out the sun rises at noon thirty
And it ain't quit pressing till the
Whole f-ing room heard me
Soon the birdy will fly with
Or without the wings
As straight as the equator
As nosy as the owl sings
Let the poppers pop, let the breakers break
Make the DJs and the assholes
And all the rappers snakes
And most graff writers are weirdos nowadays
So I hang out with myself and
A rafter and a belt
Every chapter that I happen to skim
Appears if it must've been written by
Me or the brothers Grimm
And the moral to the story
Comes equipped with a sting
Once again I'm picked for
The wrong fucking team (fucking team)
Now I'm sleeping on floors
Of temporary friends
But I'm keeping the store front
As clean as I can and I'm sweeping the sky
For today's revelation
And I'm needing some time
And some proper ventilation
And I'm building a house
For everyone to hold
And I'm filling your mouth with
The keys to my soul
And your spitting me out
Piece together the puzzle
You got to get it all out
While you're learning how to juggle
And the bricks weigh more then
They led you to believe
Remember never let nobody lead you to believe
September was the first time I had to breathe
So I learned to hate harvest
Thought it had a trick up it's sleeve
Not fucking with the Joneses
I guess that I been jonesing so much
Nothing gets noticed but the mess
And I'm smoking my stress through
An empty beer can
It goes one Minnesota, two Minnesota, three
And Atmosphere
Atmosphere, and maybe you don't like us
But of all the stars in the sky
Believe we're one of the brightest
My life is as trife as
Your favorite rap record
And I'm possessed with that insight that
Enables me to laugh better
From the last letter back to the 'A'
From around my way out of the wrapping paper
Without the fucking holiday
Can't never be captured
They can toy with my shell
But only after they walk a
Mile backwards through b-boy hell
From here on out the sun rises at noon thirty
And it ain't quit pressing till the
Whole f-ing room heard me
Soon the birdy will fly with
Or without the wings
As straight as the equator
As nosy as the owl sings
Let the poppers pop, let the breakers break
Make the DJs and the assholes
And all the rappers snakes
And most graff writers are weirdos nowadays
So I hang out with myself and
A rafter and a belt
Every chapter that I happen to skim
Appears if it must've been written by
Me or the brothers Grimm
And the moral to the story
Comes equipped with a sting
Once again I'm picked for
The wrong fucking team (fucking team)
Now I'm sleeping on floors
Of temporary friends
But I'm keeping the store front
As clean as I can and I'm sweeping the sky
For today's revelation
And I'm needing some time
And some proper ventilation
And I'm building a house
For everyone to hold
And I'm filling your mouth with
The keys to my soul
And your spitting me out
Piece together the puzzle
You got to get it all out
While you're learning how to juggle
And the bricks weigh more then
They led you to believe
Remember never let nobody lead you to believe
September was the first time I had to breathe
So I learned to hate harvest
Thought it had a trick up it's sleeve
Not fucking with the Joneses
I guess that I been jonesing so much
Nothing gets noticed but the mess
And I'm smoking my stress through
An empty beer can
It goes one Minnesota, two Minnesota, three
And Atmosphere