Atmosphere - Arrival (The Baby Farmer) lyrics

[Slug] [whispered] "I'm not really supposed to talk about this.....but..." they've arrived With the excitment of a new born Came to join the main event and fight against the luke warm With nothing but they word and they history Take a can of paint and try to decorate their dignity It's not what they anticipated But, f**, it doesn't matter. Put your fists up and instigate it And they can't save the planet Or the children or the bandits Or themselves god damn it I'm just a man that loved rap So much in fact I put every piece of myself inside these f**ing tracks What is that, you whisper something from the back? You think your personal attacks Make up for what you lack? I'm just a cat searching for a clean lap To crash in a world hurting, waiting for they turn to take a nap Sorting through bills, fan mail and life threats Wonderin why the postman ain't delivered my wife yet They call me Sean, this is Anthony No need to act hard cause we got extended family So I smile while I try to use my words wise Say what I meant just in case this is your first time Via? child of the wings tired Smilin' like a couple of fools that the queen hired Can't wait for the vibrate to thicken So we can watch the world tip side. WAIT! Even the deads gettin live It's a little deeper, you can float, come on baby dive! To fall in love with this b**h From the petals on her flower to the pimples on her tits f** the insults. And f** the compliments Just wanna see the mommy free the honesty and common sense Stop followin the win that you swallow Cause it's too simple to aim for a target sittin on a fence We do it for the candle in the sky Here's a toast goes out to those who can't handle their high You and I, we can swim into the tide And watch these other children lose they mind (I'm growing tired!) (they've arrived) And they landed safe and sound Better try to take 'em out before they make ya saviors proud So fix your beef, quit actin' like a sheep Either spit your speak or sit there and git your teeth To spread the info to the kin folk f**in with the climate on the inside of the windows They're here, the baby farmers gonna take it farther Make a mark and break apart your fake martyrs planted firm, let the planet burn Understand the terms, you don't wanna open up this can of worms I'm tryin to keep my prize on the eyeball But people wanna see you fly all to watch the sky fall Who's to blame for your lack of conviction I wasn't drafted, I asked for the mission Put your name on the list at the bottom on an empty line And hope in plain sight for what ever gave you the right to question mine The night prowler, gonna crawl past all the rap politics You can put that on your last dollar Wake up, it's bigger than a pay stub There's the door, get cho money, go wash off your make-up (they arrived) [Muffled] And they don't need your lovin If you don't wanna give it, keep it Doesn't really mean nothin' gonna beat it 'til it stops breathin' No need to even try to reason with em they're not leavin'