Atmosphere - I Wish Those Cats @ Fobia Would Give Me Some Free Shoes lyrics

[Slug] Tomorrow's forecast: flurries motherf**er! (..Snowman in full effect) Snowman in full effect so play the odds out 'till April The tapes will grow so we can buy posters and staples I bet that kid Slug will bust flows, if you ask nice It's Friday night, point me to the party wanna grab mics Used to get queezy when it was time to rock that B.B. But nowadays I'm just trying to get Musab away from the TV Cause I can't f** with the Zenith, I rather criticize Tuesdays releases with the elitists at the fetus Yet, another factory film is what we present Surrounding, b**h needed a ballpoint, no grievance Let's all point our fingers towards the path we venture Minneapolis natives taken the rap of winter bad contender Let me catch a lukewarm triple mocha to reach the speed of the ?cat? that scratched on my sofa And in the green room is emcees and in the kitchen is dirty dishes And my position: blurry vision And I'm livin' in a section where heads is frozen stiff And these skinny powdered sniffin' kids is posin' talkin' sh** Since the first time I met you backstage in the name room I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room I drive for a living, but I take the bus to work Auditioned for the role of Jesus, got the part of "Jerk" Armed with a walkman and a fake grin and a basement mindstate when I-- [Slug] Simply took a left at Nicollet s**ing on a cigarette did some pinch hits before I left And now the nicotine is liftin' it Choke at the last drag and flick remains at the gutter Flip up the hood just to keep the brains covered I'm trying to grow a mountain out of a foothill I see people rockin' my t-shirt, and I'm still shopping at Goodwill In a struggle, in a warzone, grew some extra personality Now I won't have to flee or fight alone The microphone: that's my weapon and I'm on a quest for Heaven Or rent me some comprehension It's busy as f**, just gimme a three hour lead (Hour lead) So I can reflect maybe rent a flick and re-learn how to read The weed turn out the sleeves and found a bunch of tricks and used a cleaver to relieve all these unnecessary limbs Misplaced the gems and j**els I meant to give you To lift you, and lost my mind inside the issue And now I live it in a section where heads is frozen stiff And these skinny powdered sniffin' kids is posin' talkin' sh** Since the first time I met you backstage in the name room I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room I drive for a living, but I take the bus to work Auditioned for the roll of Jesus, got the part of "Jerk" Armed with a walkman and a fake grin and a basement mindstate when I think-- [Slug] Now, I got spies positioned at various chivos around the city Lots of people that's down with me cause the evils out to get me It's easy to decipher who can taste me A lot of locals used to hate me, but now I think the tolerate me You can only hear what I feel when my eyes are shut Mistakes are piling up, excuses: they lining up I'm trying to f** reality, but I'm impotent I can't get it up Cause she's a duck and her personality s**s just my luck I caught the wrong bus guess I'll get off at the crossroads And take a long lunch Next month when I got my head right I'mma grab a lead pipe And beat some life into this dead mic So let the tape roll and extract all the juices Read the hate mail in the bathroom and place wages on the losers In the beginning, you can't help but wanna be innovative But eventually the opposition leaves you jaded Like hell no (Hell no), I don't wish I was a baller I'm six foot three, there ain't no need for me to be any taller I just wish those cats over there at Fobia would hit me off with some free gear or somethin' ..Come on Cause I'm livin' in a section where heads is frozen stiff And these skinny powdered sniffin' kids is posin' talkin' sh** Since the first time I met you backstage in the name room I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room I drive for a living but I take the bus to work Auditioned for the role of Jesus, got the part of "Jerk" Armed with a walkman and a fake grin and a basement mindstate when I think of how simple it could all be [Slug] Uh, yeah, Gob said that uh, I-I can come in and pick some sh** out? That-that's cool? Alright..