Atmosphere - The Bass And The Movement lyrics

And we know how to make some music
And the music ain't supposed to stand still
And little bit of
You know little bit's of Negro
Into the music isn't enough
Music is all consuming, let me tell you

You should have stuck with the original
Plan: To be a little man
Should have kept it simple
Before the shit hit the fan
Give the kid a nipple cause he sucks
Take the microphone from his fist he
Doesn't know how to clutch
You wanna treat it like a playground?
Well we can joke about your take down
And let your pride get hurt when
I tug on your skirt
Like "Shut the fuck up! Professionals
Are tryin' to work"
And to the people that don't


Feel us: Fuck em'
Don't need em', can't see
Em', never leave em', never loved em'
Stuff em' full of dick till the hole rips
And let em' know that's what they
Get for that ho shit "Oh my goodness
Sluggo went and flipped his style
I haven't really heard him act
Like this in a while"
Bullshit! Still broke and I
Still fake the smile
Blow ahead and download my dick to a file
Yo, you heard Slug sing his songs about women
Like he must be a weakling
I know I can fuck with him
For those who wanna ride, come on
Climb aboard i'mma be an asshole for as
Long as I'm ignored
So either call my bluff or turn the volume up
And make noise for the
Women that swallow stuff
And put your hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is "The
Bass and the Movement"

I have a friend here who needs to
Put the brakes on he's getting old
And if he could put the brakes on time
He'd be coo'
The brakes, the brakes, the brakes
The brakes

Step, step, step, step, step, step off
You know you gotta get lost
Because you know you're soft
Huh huh step, step, step, step, step
Stepped on is all you gonna get when you
Try to test the Sean
You need to park that bitch
And get a starter kit
You might as well hire me
To come write your shit
At least then nobody'll know who you bit
It won't hurt so much when
They don't like your shit
Silly Putty in a puddle of beer
Quit steppin' in my cum and get
Your gum out your ear
"I heard your new song son
Yo this your year"
Why don't you run along and tell
Your girl to bring it here
You got no balance, combined with no talent
Disgraceful, you can catch a
Face full of phallus
Color me calloused on a retribution tangent
How'd the love die!? How'd the
Hell you lose the magic?
These cats is lazy, layin' down on the job
I call Musab
This whole playground'll get robbed
Those your props? Gimme that
Your girl? Gimme that
A three pack of Jimmy hats
I show you who the skinny mack
You can keep the change hit
Me back when you're stable
If she give good brains she
Can play with the halo
"Don't worry you're in good hands
I'm a good man misunderstood? Nah
Just sick of the program"
I only speak to put ammonia in the bleach
An orphanage
I'm here to get a portion of the piece
So play the leach: Suck me dry
Dot your T's, cross your I's
And blow me counter-clockwise
So either call my bluff
Or turn the volume up and make noise for the
Women that swallow stuff
And put your hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is
"The Bass and Movement"
I'll keep this brief, I just wanna say peace
And be quiet if you love the police
Now put your hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is
"The Bass and Movement"
So either call my bluff
Or turn the volume up and make noise for the
Women that swallow stuff
And put your hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is
"The Bass and Movement"
From the top of Fiji
To the bottom of Christina Ricci
Big ups if you bought my CD
Now put your hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is
"The Bass and Movement"