ATOMS - Gotta Do lyrics

Do what I gotta do (x4) [CRYPTIC ONE] Yo I never been the cat that rapped for them fat stacks Always been that cat that rapped for them back pats.... Pause That's that reward thats pure Bloody back gauze Muddy facts Scratch cat claws Lord Cause and effect Short straw Stress soars High as what soldiers in Warsaw saw at war Sure Thats hyperbolic to the core But must remove the polyps As they pile up on ya pores Lets see ... whats that symbolic for? Whatever sick thing in your core that ya gotta cure Or Maybe its symbolic of the truth That sometimes a dude just gotta do what he gotta do [WINDBREEZE] The language carry relevance when bliss steps shadows dance Outta box circulars the curvatures don't disenchant This'll slant heads tilt axis till it tints the chance Of a thought to unfold distant chants of the soul It echos loud up in a mold Reverberate intelligence allows the heart to hello home Greetings from divine Angels swinging from my spine leaving tingles on my mind Purpose driven with a whisper engine pieces of the pine Chiseled house upon the hill it bellows smoke its just a sign Exposure of my light it permeates the frozen eye And sees and senses all the worldliness with spirit on my mind

[ALASKA] I refuse to a**imilate I can take a simple 8 Kick it on its side now it applies in my symbol state With in minutes I'm infinite The infant to the invalid the spaces in between i live the dream of being limitless I live amongst the ruined Digging through the ruins Exhume the tombs of deities and see their only human And god is just a construct constructed by the cons but What If we corrupt it then cut it with other concepts Repackage rebrand the sh** we act as the anarchists React before the action and hack in to all the happenstance 4chan channel zero heroes got the floor plans Peace to Blueprint we're not deluded like them store brands This we do for us if you like it that's a bonus Not for the money or the praise, no, we only crave the wholeness Do what I gotta do, gotta (x4) You can say unorthodox ill call it another box to tick And close the lid on and eventually sh** on Do what I gotta do, gotta (x4) Its the glue that connects is the truth that's Sort of Wreckless It's all intersected from the cradle to the d**h bed Do what I gotta do, gotta (x4) That's why it's called atoms its part of me and part of you Tt's the reason we exist it's why we do what we gotta do