Atmosphere - Full Moon lyrics

[Hook] The moon is full, you can't fake that light No room to move, nah the space got tight Don't need no knife here, we break up fights Put your good shoes on, get your make-up right And the ladies in the pla-pla-place so fly Make you want to go home and wake up your wife And I like it right, could never hate my life In fact I'm quite excited, I get to play tonight [Verse 1] Mr. Soundman, turn up the ba** I want to feel the beats disturb my heart rate We came in the door cause we wanted to escape And forget about the world burning in front of our faces We all paid dues, we all working hard Some fools even had to pay a service charge We sit at a thirsty bar Now give more 808, and turn up the guitars Tell the security guards to relax Cause these people came to get away from all that Them bouncers can't go bounce, they own balls flat But we came to have a good time - now fall back "Rhymesayers" You know that's my team Ask around, we kind of nice with the rap things We came to stick up the rhythm So poor, made 'em want to put my kids in prison Spotlights, I'm a social moth I'm here to mark the tree then I'm rolling, gone Next shop gets broken off Now open up your top and don't quote me wrong I said this one here is what we call a good crowd Roof caught fire, whole block got took out Whoever's on after me better keep a look out The sun goin down, I'm about to let the wolf out [Hook] [Verse 2] Hit the stage like a war vet Hoping that the band members remember the set Knowing damn well that I'm the one that forgets "Hey man, I thought we specifically asked for a cordless" Tangle up all the microphone cords Till I'm tripping on 'em like I've done a hundred times before Even if I fall off stage and hit the floor Becomes part of the show, keep giving 'em more I like it when you dance and move your shell and it's Too soon to tell if you smooth and swell with it Felt good to see you do it for the hell of it "That's why I nominated A-N-T for president" ...Ch-ch-ch-check out Penelope Right next Stephanie, Wendy, Bev and Steve Rapping with my songs and repping me Thanks to all y'all for being part of this little legacy Got busy and it won't stop So let the bid he's hot, and try to ditch the cops We don't need another 50 or another Iggy Pop Just raise the roof now, show me what your city got We found a lot of pounds out of town Was deep underground but it seems so loud now Sound never stopped and the crowd never wound down Puff no, huff girl, I blow that house down [Hook]