Atmosphere - One Of A Kind lyrics

Pain [3x] The way she listen to what the mc said She might as well plug the RCA cords into her head Taking that into consideration at the center of creation Cats still criticize my frustration raps Well off he goes, coming cop some flows Cross your toes and hopes that I don't climb you like an obstacle Mission impossible, fishig in the kitchen sink Ya'll fall for anything so what you think this kid will bring Poker face, let me hold my place The name is safe as Slug, but you, you can call me stoker ace Open invitation to catch today's ejaculation all across the front Of your pretty little apron This goes to those that own a mouth full of Sean's load Thanks for starting, now you're barking down the wrong road Sacrifice plays a part in grabbing mics From now to the afterlife I'll continue pa**ion-like I love this f**ing who*e with all my heart And ain't nobody gonna stop me from doing my part It gave me life, it saved me life, it raised me right So slide sholder slide and please hand over that mic [chorus 2x] Who am I? One of a kind, Send em' one at a time You're all the same only separate by kick snares and names And some of ya'll even share the same names So f** you and your lies baby, show no shame So point a finger at the s**er that's having a good summer Ain't got no bread, no need to know wonder But I got the phone number to this weakness I know who can put me back together, make me feel whole So take me apart, try to break me down, Spend all you got just to hate the clown. You can fake the frown, imitate the sound Underworld, world-wide, wide world of underground It goes, one little, two little, three little indie rap Headphones, backpacks watch em' all piggyback Switch up my styles, they all complain But see which kids next year sound the same as me? The same sh** yesterday was like today Only difference is I trust even less of what you say But all in all I still make the noise, I still break the toys, I still hate your voice I still say f** a major label till it limps, Put your deal up our table and we'll show you who's the pimp. There is no sympathy for the careless, f** the extra credit and f** the demerits. Cla** dismissed. Pain [3x] (You're all the same) [chorus 3x]