Atmosphere - Threemosphere lyrics

THREE! We might hurt somebody
No! Don't do that no! No!

No! Don't do that, they don't deserve that
Look at 'em, they couldn't handle it
They nerves would collapse
Bag 'em up, sift 'em up
Skinny boy lick the cut
No excuses needed, this ones wack
That one sucks
Don't even front like you've got
Close to balls in size
Your egos been planted, personafulsified
Everybody wanna score
Aiming at an all time high
Shooting at the stars
Tryna make 'em fall out the sky
The grey matter, waverunner
Screamin' thoughts of anger at the world
From beneath this rock I stay under
Tonight's rain and thunder
Was brought to you in part by that same
Fuck that put the fear of the
Atmos in your heart, now
Guess what I'm standin'
(where?) , over the head
If you put a hand up you
Can fondle everything I said
And if I lose my patience
Somebody's losin' they limbs
And getting left in this basement with
The rest of these gimps

Atmosphere, don't front like you can't hear

Go touch yo'self
And keep yo' dick from under your belt
Who the fuck you think HOLDS and
CONTROLS over what you felt
You need way too much help
Take a seat on the bench
Gonna teach you how to make sense
While I make my rent
If you can reach the fence
Without kickin' a landmine
You get a piece of my mind
And the number to my fanline
No wonder you're WHACK
Most of mankind is WHACK
Can't nobody read that sign that says
"there ain't no turnin' back"
Step in the AT
You better be prepared to have a hobby to do
For when we through with your career submit
A copy of them papers that
You think gave you the right to even come
Within a 100 yards of this mic
But here I am, breathe deep, count to ten
Keep the beat
Locate the loose screws so I can pound it in
It's all SPREAD love, GET love, city to city
I ain't mad at none a y'all
Cuz can't none of y'all can fuck wit me!

Keep goin on toon on on tomiNNEAPOLIS!

I'm on the Poverty Tour, wit Jay Bird
My man gettin' every wall sole across
This desolate land
Estimates and expectations
Get woken and cornered
Tryna strangle the stupidity
And choke it's supporters
From this day forward
I'll be the voice that you wait for
The one that you paid for
Or the one that you hate more
Whether you drive a Ford
A tugboat or a skateboard
Put my tape on, open up, n face forward
Cuz' when we land
Anywhere near the mic stand
It can reason with the
Meaning of your lifespan
Motivation you've been waiting for to
Make a tight plan
Got you like I think that I can
Yes I think that I can!
Well go ahead, take a sip
Place us on your list of influences
Ima live forever
Fuck bein' rich for seven years
Hello, I'm Slug and my crew is called

Three!