Atmosphere - Twomosphere текст на песента (lyrics)
[Atmosphere - Twomosphere текст на песента lyrics]
How you like me now? I'm gettin' busier
I'm double barrel
Huntin' me a grizzly bear
I'm an arrow, aimed at the sun
My number's seven, that's six-plus-one
Never had a gun, but as a kid I used to front
'Cause I wasn't trynna be nobody's punk
I used to run with the
Ones that would squeal, "Keep it real!"
While they distorted their reality
With alcohol and blunts
Now I'm grown up, got the mic sewn up
Spent enough time getting junk
And throwin' up
And I've been livin' in someone's
Livin' room for a year back and forth
Between the record store and here
So I'll be damned if I loved you rapper
You can all eat dick
Big label and independent
As far as I'm concerned, you're all germs
Only ones I fuck with are the
Ones that I'm friends with
Atmosphere! ("Jump in the air!")
Yeah! You remember?
Atmosphere! ("The atmosphere!")
("Punks I know ain't nobody ")
You know what?
Y'all fools ain't hard
Just a bunch of stiff nipples
Bendin' over and blowin' like the
Wind in the willows
From the steel-toe to the helmet
This soldier is well trained at how to
Touch a brain with a felt tip
Pucker up buttercup, enough is enough
Kids is on the nuts like my dick was a bus
I'm like, "What the?" -
Fuck it, I'm like, "Where?"
All you got is a mad face, wack beats
And pretty hair
So while you try to find some trend to ride
I'm inside your girlfriend
Fuckin' with your pride
Rhymesayers for life, run free forever
Climbing in your ear, to jest it, infest it
Atmosphere! ("Jump in the air!")
Yeah! You remember?
Atmosphere! ("The atmosphere!")
("Punks I know ain't no ")
You wanna battle? Man, act your age!
You paid to get in
And I'm about to go on stage
Just give me a pound and
I'll assume that you're down
With the plan to expand and
Make room for the underground
No punchlines left
I took a step back to take a look
And make the most of my breath
Kept a close eye on that closed eye
You wanna post high
But you rolled in and got no style
Y'all are pork, put a cork in that leak
It's hard to believe they even
Let you in the club
Do you work here or something? Is
The door man your cousin?
Or maybe you're the one suckin'
Dick and givin' back rubs?
Lost - But you act like you're not
Cost - How much they want for that spot?
Tossed - And when it landed it broke
Y'all fools can't handle the weight
- so you choke
Sure as the snow is gonna gonna come down
My people'll be plantin' seeds
In your hometown
With a remote control even you can behold
All the boulders that get rolled
Now - Roll out!
Atmosphere! ("Jump in the air!")
Yeah! You remember?
Atmosphere! ("The atmosphere!")
("Punks I know ain't no ")
Atmosphere! ("Jump in the air!")
Yeah! You remember? Atmosphere!
Atmosphere! (In the air)
Sit down, shut the fuck up, and surrender
(In the air)
I said, sit down, shut the fuck up
And surrender (In the air)
Sit down, shut the fuck up, and surrender
(This goes for those who get the atmosphere)
I'm double barrel
Huntin' me a grizzly bear
I'm an arrow, aimed at the sun
My number's seven, that's six-plus-one
Never had a gun, but as a kid I used to front
'Cause I wasn't trynna be nobody's punk
I used to run with the
Ones that would squeal, "Keep it real!"
While they distorted their reality
With alcohol and blunts
Now I'm grown up, got the mic sewn up
Spent enough time getting junk
And throwin' up
And I've been livin' in someone's
Livin' room for a year back and forth
Between the record store and here
So I'll be damned if I loved you rapper
You can all eat dick
Big label and independent
As far as I'm concerned, you're all germs
Only ones I fuck with are the
Ones that I'm friends with
Atmosphere! ("Jump in the air!")
Yeah! You remember?
Atmosphere! ("The atmosphere!")
("Punks I know ain't nobody ")
You know what?
Y'all fools ain't hard
Just a bunch of stiff nipples
Bendin' over and blowin' like the
Wind in the willows
From the steel-toe to the helmet
This soldier is well trained at how to
Touch a brain with a felt tip
Pucker up buttercup, enough is enough
Kids is on the nuts like my dick was a bus
I'm like, "What the?" -
Fuck it, I'm like, "Where?"
All you got is a mad face, wack beats
And pretty hair
So while you try to find some trend to ride
I'm inside your girlfriend
Fuckin' with your pride
Rhymesayers for life, run free forever
Climbing in your ear, to jest it, infest it
Atmosphere! ("Jump in the air!")
Yeah! You remember?
Atmosphere! ("The atmosphere!")
("Punks I know ain't no ")
You wanna battle? Man, act your age!
You paid to get in
And I'm about to go on stage
Just give me a pound and
I'll assume that you're down
With the plan to expand and
Make room for the underground
No punchlines left
I took a step back to take a look
And make the most of my breath
Kept a close eye on that closed eye
You wanna post high
But you rolled in and got no style
Y'all are pork, put a cork in that leak
It's hard to believe they even
Let you in the club
Do you work here or something? Is
The door man your cousin?
Or maybe you're the one suckin'
Dick and givin' back rubs?
Lost - But you act like you're not
Cost - How much they want for that spot?
Tossed - And when it landed it broke
Y'all fools can't handle the weight
- so you choke
Sure as the snow is gonna gonna come down
My people'll be plantin' seeds
In your hometown
With a remote control even you can behold
All the boulders that get rolled
Now - Roll out!
Atmosphere! ("Jump in the air!")
Yeah! You remember?
Atmosphere! ("The atmosphere!")
("Punks I know ain't no ")
Atmosphere! ("Jump in the air!")
Yeah! You remember? Atmosphere!
Atmosphere! (In the air)
Sit down, shut the fuck up, and surrender
(In the air)
I said, sit down, shut the fuck up
And surrender (In the air)
Sit down, shut the fuck up, and surrender
(This goes for those who get the atmosphere)