[Slug] Atmosphere... Atmosphere.... Atmosphere [Slug] Atmosphere and maybe you don't like us But of all the stars in the sky believe we're one of the brightest My life is as trite as your favorite rap record And I'm posessed with that insight that enables me to laugh better From the last letter back to the A come around my way Out of the wrapping paper with out the f**ing holiday Can't never be captured but they can toy with my shell But only after they walk a mile backwards through b-boy hell From hear on out the sun rises at noon thirty And didn't quit pressing till the whole f-ing room heard me Soon the birdy will fly with or with out the wings As straight as the equator, as nosy as the outscenes Let the poppers pop let the breakers break Make the dj's and the a**holes and all the rappers snakes Well most rap writers are wierdos now a days So I hang out with myself and a rafter and a belt Every chapter that I happen to skim Appears if it must of been written by me or the brothers grim And the moral to the story comes equipped with a sting Once again I'm picked for the wrong f**ing team (f**ing team) [Slug] Now I'm sleeping on floors of temporary friends But I'm keeping the store front as clean as I can And I'm sweeping the sky for today's revelation And I'm needing some time and some proper ventillation And I'm building a house for everyone to hold And I'm filling your mouth with the keys to my soul And your spitting me out piece together the puzzle You got to get it all out while your learning how to juggle And the bricks weigh more then they led you to believe Remember never let nobody leave you to believe September was the first time I had to breathe So I learned to hate harvest, started at a trick up it's sleave Not f**ing with the jones'es, I guess that I been jones'en so much Nothing gets noticed but the mess And I'm smokin' my stress through and empty beer can And it goes one Minnesota, two Minnesota, three And Atmosphere.....