Atmosphere - It Ain't The Prettiest lyrics

[Hook] It ain't the prettiest state of mind I'm in I stay busy, I don't wait in line to live And I don't know what you're talkin' about But if I'm not in the ground, then I'll be rockin' the crowd It ain't the prettiest state of mind i'm in I stay busy, I don't wait in line to live And we don't allow standin' around Put your life in your hands, put your hands in the clouds [Verse 1: Slug] Now – I spy that you're tryin' to get by But that's the wrong kind of fly, you the wrong kind of high That's the wrong kind of right, probably out of left Followin' your breath – solemn in your step I stand tall like a midwest obelisk Welcome to the future, pre-apocalypse Where a ratchet ain't nothin' but a socket wrench And it takes all we got to stay positive I don't always make the best choices But life's too short to stay disappointed I make music my granddad would probably call noise I made two baby boys and I gave ‘em a voice Now, I don't pop recreational shots, but You tryna clock like the face of a watch Stop – already got my name on a rock I created some jobs, still afraid of the cops [Verse 2: Haphduzn] Mind state ain't the prettiest, mine is straight hideous When I make a statement it's the kind you take serious Describe the life and times of a divine white lyricist Writin' the type of rhymes that are provided by experience Represent for the bottom-dwellers Made my escape through the trap door though i'm not a seller Gears in my noggin stay winding like I got propellers Given a shot and I can rock more spots than a leopard Since 2000 i've dealt with a lot of d**h Cuffed so many times that I can't count the arrests Lifelong beef that hasn't allowed me to rest Gang of sacrifice while paying my pound of flesh What war to reap by those that carry the load? Keep your guard up and know how to parry the blows Yo, I got no complaints, man, i'm sharin' the road With three of the illest Emcees from my area code It goes… [Hook] [Verse 3] This world mirrors hell, givin' more than subtle hints That's why I said if you ask for the real, you might not like what you get Pretty is not for me, my ugly met with fame Godly and dodger-proof, i'm the truth, respect the name Mind you, i'm stompin' you hard, rockin' you, never sayin' In hot pursuit, posse a lot of fools, weapons and Pull up in your buzzards, solomon waters or somethin' Destruction comin', rough and rugged, not lovin', it's nothin' Shake the spot, I wait and watch for gas rates to drop While you debate if Kim Kardashian's booty is fake or not And claim who's illuminati, and that Kanye dude seen Jay nude While I'm hopin' some maniac doesn't shoot up my daughter's grade school But I play cool… Early to spot disaster Challenging the notion that most rappers are not good actors Conspiracy theory leery, but you won't see the sweat And don't call me crazy ‘cause I drink freon soda and walk my chia pet [Verse 4: brother ali] Yep, yep, we're so polite – Minnesota nights Warm smile but the overbite cold as ice Black bodies dangle off the light pole at night Listen close, you might overhear the poltergeist Builders of the Occupy Home prototype You got a goal in sight you either gotta fold or fight Seedy pages cover what the poets write But call a dead black baby the n-word overnight Progressive black congressman But we also got Michelle Bachmann Why you think i'm in a cell, my man? Wrists scarred from the zip-tie that held my hands I don't sell out, and I'm from the late great Paul Wellstone's land Where the aim first made their stand, and I can never be made at the lakes, But Minnesota's got a lot of bad habits to break You betcha… [Hook]