Atmosphere - Heart lyrics

"You see, what you mistake for madness is just over acuteness of the senses And now it came to my ears a low, dull sound Such as a watch makes when wrapped in cotton I knew that sound too. It was the beating of the old man's heart." Man, I'm telling you some motherf**ers just have no kind of heart man Serious man, motherf**ers man, these motherf**ers have no self respect and sh** man I don't wanna pay no dues, just wanna drop like a f**ing LP tomorrow.. And then to top it off, these motherf**ers, they don't have no heart to their music, you know what I mean? Sound like little girls and sh**.. [Intro] If you respect yourself If you respect yourself If you respect yourself If you respect yourself If you respect yourself [Verse 1] Do you-- Now, it started off rather basic Just some small scale dabblin' confined to the basement Never knew I'd grow into this full time user Never figured that I was a winner or a loser only did the due to Have fun and only got with a crew Because it seemed natural to have one Capture the life in the form of the grip around the mic hold it Right like a love hold it tight with plight fortifies my Existence reinforces my position in this course that I'm sticking to my path now I can see it all laid out in my past while trying to catch what it's about in my last breath Pull the toxins in, and I bet d**h's about to box me in, but before this b**h comes to get some I'mma do my job on this m-i-c, and feed you a thick one [Hook] You can have all the heart in the world, doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya I'm getting older and I'm knowing better You can have all the heart in the world, doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya I'm getting older and I'm knowing better You can have all the heart in the world, doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya I'm getting older and I'm knowing better Let a, pissed rapper step to this captain and get up off your Head kid, I'll b**h smack Hugh Hefners [Verse 2] Now, I'm about to put a slug in Show business and if everything goes right, I'm leaving no witness I hold this inside the chest, so big it hardly fits it trips between a true fan of party sh**s quick to lace the track with substance for all the young guns that's really listening At the functions so you can love it or leave it, f** it or keep it, either way I'll be here trudging through the deep sh** I've done well over one hundred cuts and gotten the feed back of love From some of the ones I've touched and thus, I'm not quitting never stop rippin' you gotta be kiddin' sh** He's on a mission is it possible the mics got my soul? I'll make them all say "Ho!" and Rhymesayers Rock the show let 'em know that it's more than a career goal Cut that zero and let the hero in your ear hole, yo! [Hook] [Verse 3] Emcees please excuse the "Q's" and "P's" but I grew up on BDP, EPMD, Run-DMCs I don't believe you should hold a mic and rolled up with a bus full of friends that think alike I'm having a hard time trying to keep it simple just for the f**ers that don't seem to read between the ripples It's all nipples and clits in this rap sh**, catch a licking if you lay back pa**ive ba*tard It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all, art imitates life and most of it is wack y'all You gotta learn how to read the info the individual provides they probably won't dig me till I've died Die.. Die.. Die.. Die.. Die.. Die.. Die.. Die.. Die.. Dead, ha..