Atmosphere - Current Status lyrics

[Beyond] I peep Rap City highlights to my eyesight Witnesses, b**hes and kids fronting to bring their sh** You get nothing from this, write redundant, I leave the dumb sh** I never half-a**, my blast has you overcome with the basement aroma, should've waited for your diploma Instead you dropped out, now you grab the microphone to let the fox out, I box out this center Ripping to end your agenda cause I'm the microphone binger Since you started rhyming you been barred from flying Tryna push me to peep, I didn't buy your tape cause p**y is cheap Pushing me deep, so I brush it to f** it You get rusted to rubbish cause my stuff is conducted on some thoroughness, that "f** the world" sh** don't make it happen You roll without friends and that sure as hell don't attract 'em The five-man travelling band, I stand sagging my pants Caramel skin color, the slim brother I cancel and contort your financial support A&Rs ridiculed for having thoughts to deliver you Give your crew brain lacerations You having dreams about stardom is only fame masturbation My name has awaken the criterion So judgement is pa**ed, anybody budges I blast Bussin that a** and got cla** for the clone Brothers need to relax straight to the back like domes [Chorus: Slug (Beyond)] Where you at? (To all the bad heads with the word) Where you at? (And if you getting fed by the herb) Where you at? (And all the brothers keeping sh** tough) Where you at? (And others talking sh** about us... b**h) [Slug] No excuses, I feel that there's none needed I know that you resent me cause I study how I'm greeted I'm quick to touch the mic for the rep and for the loot I'm known around my village as the mouth that likes to shoot Now I no longer have time for your irrelevance because the ignorance is just as dangerous as the intelligence It's all about the pa**age, I'm trying to grasp it and hopefully my son will forgive me for my habits I manage to pity those flavorless with sh**ty flows Amped of their camp acting out their favorite videos Save it, give me those trophies you call balls for my display case, now walk away and save face f** the beef, even you believe it ain't needed I know that deep down you respect me cause you study how I'm greeted It's sewing up seams, it's plugging holes Slug knows it takes more than toy flows and a B-boy pose See, he keeps it clear and he strikes the fear and he even caught a Grammy for marketing strategy of the year Where, oh where is the server? Current status, emcees need to take their bras off and burn 'em [Chorus: Beyond (Slug)] Where you at? (To the ones that's in the front with their hands in the air like they just don't care) Where you at? (And to them kids in the back tactfully surveying the stage to see who's wack) Where you at? (And to the ones who grab the mics at shows house parties or by self, yeah go head, get your flow on man) Where you at? (And to that kid crawling out his crib at night putting fame on trains bus benches and stop lights) [Slug] Lavish, I'll never have it I get too happy doing atmospheric damage to your amateurish madness Lavish, I'll never have it I get too happy doing atmospheric damage to your amateurish madness Check your current status