Atmosphere, Mr. Gene Poole - Tracksmart lyrics

The loveliest sound coming out to yo' system
I spark to get y'all off to a good start
Show me some heart, walk through
My hood after dark, dodging poison darts
Catch one in the left lung I hope
The Cherokee parks by it'self tracksmart
Act like you part of this you'll find
Yourself victim of the rhyme bombardment
Weak shit, I have no tolerance
I write the best rhymes in my sleep
Dreamland beats and freelance techniques
Fuckin' up the sheets ink spots
Puss spot niggas tryin to stop this
Think not get? and listen for your bank knock
We do a lot of this activity in my city
Get a job in my world
Join a futuristic commitee
We consist of three
Had to be persistently equal
In order for it to work out in a balance
Which comes down to a


Question of natural talents
Can't keep those gifts isolated in tablets
It's not about rap ballads
Or who can flow the best
What kind of dressing you gonna
Have with your life salad? (Hmmm)
Frenchyesthank you very muchon to the next

Yo, you rappers elude me
But that's nothing new
I still stick to my duty
To kick something true
Still if you wanna boo me we can
Do this in a circle of peers
Tell your bitch to kick a beat so
I can work you to tears
I've made a room full of strangers
Throw hands in the air (Man)
I know you sense danger
I can see it in your stare (Man)
Don't provoke anger when the
Mic's in my hand
Cause if I get that spark I'm
Quick to rip apart your plans
Yo Ant, let's keep this one accessible
Take the fruit's that wanna test these
Bros and make 'em vegetables
Just to let 'em know that
The core stays pure
Pissed off all the local rappers so
It's time to go on tour i'm sure
So I never break a sweat when a fake steps
Instead I break that snake's neck
And take his rep half the time half of 'em
Don't catch the rhymes
They need they friends wit to show
'em how we wax behinds please fool
Hella stupid I'm assuming probably
Couldn't even rock your own family reunion
And I'm through with the politicking
Rhymesayers on a mission, watch
The following thinking, motherfucker!

I stick two fingers through his nostrils
And a thumb through his mouth
And swing em' like a bowling ball
Make 'em strike the fuck out
Take a hook and stab it through his back and
Curve it around his spine and throw em out
By the lili pads and wait for
A hit on my line (Damn)
Cause this rap shit makes me
Wanna catch niggas like catfish
Chop 'em up into steaks and sop 'em up
Off the plate with biscuit's and rice
I put the hand of the one that
Likes to hold mics in a vice
Make sure he never writes in his life
When it's time for me to display
(Stay the FUCK out the way)
And when it's time for you to DJ
You going play what I say
The word for the day
Is "Fette" cash lessons
Get ready to mash when I give
The word don't ask questions
Pack yo shit, don't smack yo bitch
Leave peaceably cause these'll be vital
Elements of livin' feasibly
? the urban? mocha latte
Saint Paul nigga rocking the uptown
Partay like coca angel vatte
I provide that mental rush and that physical
Feeling like yo' whole worlds being dusted
Be hushed when you see me in deep thought
Hand clutched interrupt and you just
Might be caught then crushed

Yo, yo, I quit fronting, really-really
I know wrong and right, wrote my songs
Shed light to promote a longer life
When I reflect at night
I seek light in the confusion
I stick to the music and
Skip the baggage of delusion
Managed to come through and
I'm in the minimalism, yo
The damage is due it's time to
Climb to catch a vision
Yo, I've had it with you
And the terms which I work
Cause it matter to you the flight's cursed
I might burst challenging who?
Balance the mood, yo Stress
Let's gather the crew
Commence to wreck shit then exit
I'd rather that you
Throw your hands in the air
And if that's too demanding you
Can stand there and stare