Atmosphere - Choking On The Wishbone lyrics

This one goes out to all of those that want success Wait, not just the ones that want it This goes to those that feel they deserve it And this one goes to all of those that make the moves and those that have paid the dues To all of those that walk the fine line on the edge To all the heads about to break it loose And you don't want to come close to feeling it Initial reaction like "Yo, I don't give a shh..." After a minute within it, they start to think "Why the hell they didn't get it, did they hear not what he speaks?" They don't know me, it's best that way Let 'em look for tomorrow in yesterday And let me strain my lungs for the love of popping amps Let me spike the ball because I don't like to dance Let me paint a picture on the surface of your mind I got a job at the circus and I quit writing rhymes Now I travel from city to city, life of a gypsy Gravel, gra**, concrete, folk lore and mystery Yo, looking at my Gucci, it's about that time for me to pawn this piece of junk and try to take some of these finds Fly angel fly, don't ever look back You better scoop that dead rat off the track, go home and cook that Maybe you should trade that Mustang for a Jeep So when you get too drunk to drive, you'll have a dry place to sleep Don't forget what chocolate milk does to the hangover Come on, who you think cut the tires on your Land Rover? Twist the nobs and chew the fat off the shish kebab It's the law to cut my hair and made me quit my job And if I pa** before they get a chance to hear me Tell 'em "Kiss my a**" and teach 'em all about my theory (Chorus: 4x) Choking on a wishbone, position blown out the frame Pissed on the remains to mark the spot and spark the flame (Slug) It never settles, the constant grinding of metal against complicated timing, developing my threshold Touching the gestalt with a little reverb and some echo to add extra flavor like pesto Yo, the cards are dealt and now I'm staring at my hand Looking for something to toss, tryna find a spot to stand The anger felt as I look across the land It doesn't equal to the eagerness and hunger to expand Move past, the berry is set, the previous sets carry me through the meaninglessness Here I am with the word extracting nerves Running toward the stage (here we go) to watch the crash occur (Chorus: 2X) (Slug) Put your head on the pillow and shut your eyes Take your mind out the ghetto and touch the sky Then come ease down that much feared trail of blood, sweat and love Instead of flame, crying tears in the rain The blunder came, and it drowned out the hunger pains Numbed the brain and played life like a numbers game Poppa needs a new pair of nuts, cause he lost touch with the last ones fastened to the bottom of his guts Yo, they don't know me, it's best that way Let 'em look for tomorrow in yesterday This child is your fate so let 'em play I bet I know your age and I can guess your weight Wait, wait, how can it be so simple and straight? And why the hell ain't you tripping to make some ripples in the lake? I can't figure it out, for God's sake arguing a lost case as it irritates my prostate, and when I sit home alone I kick over the telephone and catch my zone inside the dial tone (Chorus) (16x) (There's your little dilemma, right there) In my city, there's too many of you that don't really want it. And since I'm ain't hookin' 'em up, I'm one that doesn't give back to my hip-hop community. If I did have something to hand out, don't you think the last person I'd give it to is you? Little busted a** weekend MCs, talkin' all that noise When you don't even come to my shows, what the f** do you ever do for me? Yo, and this goes to those Who watch to many rap videos And to those who don't support the local shows And to those of you who want to be in my crew Based on the fact that your a** is stuck And you don't know what the f** else to do And those waitin' around for someone else to put 'em on And those who smile in my face, but talk sh** when I'm gone And those who grab the mic just because they got blows Go work on your f**ing demo! Go get drunk and crash your f**ing rental! (12x) (There it is)