Atmosphere - 7th St. Entry lyrics

Now see, maybe if your tag was dope I'd actually lend a little credibility to your statements But honestly, your penmanship's f**ed The way I see it, someone should at least slap you for even holding a marker I hope the kid who wrote my name in the entry bathroom Has the nuts and time for us to sit and chat soon So I can ask 'em "Why the f** am I on your mind b**h?" You could've signed it, but stayed silent cause you're spineless If you was a man, you'd come at me on the mic level But you're light yellow just like the walls on which you write fellow When I first viewed it, I'll admit it had me quite pissed But now I've accepted it, in fact I kind of like this I really wish I knew your identity Probably not even an emcee, just another who pretends to be Or maybe the jealousy of one who's baby-baby has eyes for me It's nineteen-ninety-sev', nothing surprises me Envy can make a motherf**er immature So can boredom, a buzz or the curse of being insecure C'mon now, some little trick with a marker and a chip on his shoulder don't mean sh**, I want the world in my grip I bet your girl's on my dick, she digs the sk**s She's a bigger head than you, so give me head and head for the hills Little b**h, donkey dick s**ing a**-f** Glue sniffing, half a testicle base head selling plasma Publicity, good or bad, the same to an emcee I think I found your limits to fame over on Seventh Street I dedicate my name to those who view me as an enemy and I'ma mark the planet for every mark in the entry Entry, enter me What's funny about the whole sh** is that like two, maybe three years from now You little co*kroaches that talk sh** about me and my crew are gonna be thanking us for kicking down the door and putting this sh** on the globe Britches, y'all wanna burn bridges? Just remember in the back of your b**h mind that I'm partially responsible for anyone tryna hear your wack a** to begin with And to that child who writes about me in the Seventh Street bathroom Thanks for buying our tapes, you can size me up and I hope your first born never learns how to read Sincerely Slug, Atmosphere A subdivision of Rhymesayers Entertainment motherf**er Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that (Eventually, suddenly) Size me up Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that (Eventually, suddenly) Size me up Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that (Eventually, suddenly) Size me up Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that (Eventually, suddenly) (Eventually, you will suddenly see a fist to your jaw, a clap in that a**)