Atmosphere, Murs, Haphduzn, Gifted Gab - Whenever lyrics
[Atmosphere, Murs, Haphduzn, Gifted Gab - Whenever lyrics]
Put it under the needle and
Drop it on the one, boy
Your mama say that I be rappin'
In my dad voice
Defense mech to protect me from the fuck toys
Joysticks, see me swerve
Through these asteroids
Life is good, VG plus but, yo
I still got that hunger to hold a box cutter
Let me carve my name in your security blanket
I'm sleepin' on a train
On a sweat-stained mattress
I'm not expectin' company, hit the floor
If death comes for me somebody
Gotta get the door
You might choke on a sucker
From the liquor store
We might get so high we don't exist no more
I'm like smoke, I'm supposed to rise
That's why you blow both of
Us towards the sky
So close the blinds and lend me your time
All of your enemies'll eventually die
Pen game methane, Slug said to gas the shit
Spit flame just to keep the matches lit
They say I'm half insane
The other half immaculate
Could you imagine it?
Whatever, I don't like to shoot 'cause
I'm just way too accurate
When they be at you they don't ever at you
That's the wackest shit
And ain't too many bitches that can
Hang or even match my wit's
I mean, I've had it up to here
I'm talkin' Atmosphere
'Cause, I don't even talk to them
They say I'm too cavalier
I'm like your greatest livin' fear
When I twist the gears gimme props
I ain't have to drop a bitch in several years
I look at OGs as my only peers
So let me know when you
Done playin' in the snow
The slopes for real skiers
I'm droppin' real tears from
Laughin' at you weirdos
Drag you lil' by your earlobes
Number one stunner, stone cold, below zero
Too dope, I'ma need more than one kilo
Oral Krylon, I spray all my style on
Mind brighter than them orange
End zone pylons two hands from the zebra man
Instant replay says the play
On the field stands
I pack the stands with my stanzas
My stans go bananas, it's a bona fide bonanza
Word to Jason Alexander
Cus D'Amato of the culture
Coulda cussed out Costanza
Fuck Trump and fuck cancer
Fans raise they hands but they
Ain't got the answers
No performance enhancers
Six rings, piss clean
I ain't takin' no chances
Who else could dance with the devil?
Samba with the mamba, Macarena with ya mama
Fuck a double entendre
Put it plain 'til I leave this plane
I'm a problem
Quick witted, sharp tongue
I don't mince words
Plentiful supply, use strife as my cistern
Take it in stride but describe it uncensored
Wadin' through the pain, love
Lies and adventure
Gotta ensure the time spent wisely
Pops' tenure didn't outlast the Isley's
Walk soft, big stick and a slight lean
Kept the Nikes clean when
Nights got unsightly
Last real hitter alive, bitch, I might be
Death swarmin', head forward, kept forgin'
Never fret or let 'em see me sweat
When I was left for it
Records reflect what I rep once it get sorted
Duckin' twelve with bench warrants
To gettin' bread tourin'
Can you dig it way deeper
Than the surface shit?
What the true meanin' and the purpose is?
Soul's fiendin' for half the
Breathin' we burdened with
Drop it on the one, boy
Your mama say that I be rappin'
In my dad voice
Defense mech to protect me from the fuck toys
Joysticks, see me swerve
Through these asteroids
Life is good, VG plus but, yo
I still got that hunger to hold a box cutter
Let me carve my name in your security blanket
I'm sleepin' on a train
On a sweat-stained mattress
I'm not expectin' company, hit the floor
If death comes for me somebody
Gotta get the door
You might choke on a sucker
From the liquor store
We might get so high we don't exist no more
I'm like smoke, I'm supposed to rise
That's why you blow both of
Us towards the sky
So close the blinds and lend me your time
All of your enemies'll eventually die
Pen game methane, Slug said to gas the shit
Spit flame just to keep the matches lit
They say I'm half insane
The other half immaculate
Could you imagine it?
Whatever, I don't like to shoot 'cause
I'm just way too accurate
When they be at you they don't ever at you
That's the wackest shit
And ain't too many bitches that can
Hang or even match my wit's
I mean, I've had it up to here
I'm talkin' Atmosphere
'Cause, I don't even talk to them
They say I'm too cavalier
I'm like your greatest livin' fear
When I twist the gears gimme props
I ain't have to drop a bitch in several years
I look at OGs as my only peers
So let me know when you
Done playin' in the snow
The slopes for real skiers
I'm droppin' real tears from
Laughin' at you weirdos
Drag you lil' by your earlobes
Number one stunner, stone cold, below zero
Too dope, I'ma need more than one kilo
Oral Krylon, I spray all my style on
Mind brighter than them orange
End zone pylons two hands from the zebra man
Instant replay says the play
On the field stands
I pack the stands with my stanzas
My stans go bananas, it's a bona fide bonanza
Word to Jason Alexander
Cus D'Amato of the culture
Coulda cussed out Costanza
Fuck Trump and fuck cancer
Fans raise they hands but they
Ain't got the answers
No performance enhancers
Six rings, piss clean
I ain't takin' no chances
Who else could dance with the devil?
Samba with the mamba, Macarena with ya mama
Fuck a double entendre
Put it plain 'til I leave this plane
I'm a problem
Quick witted, sharp tongue
I don't mince words
Plentiful supply, use strife as my cistern
Take it in stride but describe it uncensored
Wadin' through the pain, love
Lies and adventure
Gotta ensure the time spent wisely
Pops' tenure didn't outlast the Isley's
Walk soft, big stick and a slight lean
Kept the Nikes clean when
Nights got unsightly
Last real hitter alive, bitch, I might be
Death swarmin', head forward, kept forgin'
Never fret or let 'em see me sweat
When I was left for it
Records reflect what I rep once it get sorted
Duckin' twelve with bench warrants
To gettin' bread tourin'
Can you dig it way deeper
Than the surface shit?
What the true meanin' and the purpose is?
Soul's fiendin' for half the
Breathin' we burdened with