Atmosphere - Cla**ic Literal lyrics

[Hook] Every line is visual graphic like the face of d**h Facing d**h slicing throats murdering your breath [Verse 1: I Self Devine] Facing threats macing veterans Intelligent with treachery We've mastered getting blacklisted Stay speaking ebony, mahogany, ghetto odyssey Far from stolen prophecies Struggling Overcoming oppression psychologically I push envelopes, kick down tables Push labels, rocking snatch cables Far from unstable Bought j**els, fought crews Captured on the news, wide tv screen Pigs flashing high beams while I Exhale the yellow steam Blazing avocado-green We army fatigued Inside the green natural leaf Never expose heat and disclose beef I was this close to furniture and clothes in the street I'm not born to sleep I'm born to see truth in all the words I speak Flip beats, concieve a cla**ic under ten G's [Hook x4] Every line is visual graphic like the face of d**h Facing d**h slicing throats murdering your breath [Verse 2: I Self Devine] Pushing towards 30 taboo for most MC's it's like benchpressing buildings while you stand on your knees Maybe knowledgable wisdom Fifty-sixty degrees? A clear vision as I ice skate through gravel with ease I've seen everything at least once The wheels keep rolling As you try to square it up and stifle whole movements Used to carry rifles up at school Found students cheating d**h Foolish and graduated to ruthless Rappers like the blues mistakes Students for masters That's why we here Show improvement just what we after Kool Akeim Allah Beat architect general When I Self majesty be ruling rap literal [Hook x4] Every line is visual graphic like the face of d**h Facing d**h slicing throats murdering your breath [Verse 3: I Self Devine] Wasn't used to success Just struggling and mean mugging Woke up from a dream where I put seventy two slugs in The lawyer reloaded eight times, that's drama for ya Don't attach to material things it will destroy ya "Wanna know about the industry? Don't f** with it." Russian roulette, unsafe s** is a better bet Mafia targets, chi chi men running sh** But we be running sh** from outside street offices [Hook x4] Every line is visual graphic like the face of d**h Facing d**h slicing throats murdering your breath [New beat] [Verse 4: I Self Devine] Stressed out. Stressed Stressed out. Overworked But gotta make things connect This is just one of those angles of the game On some quest for fire sh** Neck deep in the water Keep the flame lit My mental activates the same sh** Remain sick A mental patient on the way I see this nation Cause I see rudiments of illusion Take things on face value only once Trusted They try to play us crazy I'm often paranoid But they can not faze me I'm an insomniac Ex-kleptomaniac Vandalist Born damaging A natural born a**a**in from the deceptive streets of Los Angeles From the one block radius Switches up from ghetto blocks to glamorous My eyes burn Plus my muscles ache Plus my knuckles scraped up from scuffling And duck taping up fake thugs We enroll in school Give them direction Cause we be filling quotas up in criminal correction