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Atmosphere
Atmosphere


Background information
Origin Minneapolis, Minnesota, United States
Genre(s) Alternative Hip-Hop
Years active 1993—present
Label(s) Rhymesayers Entertainment
Epitaph Records
Warner Music Group
Website Website
Members
Slug
Ant
Former members
Spawn
Stress
Beyond



Atmosphere Album


To All My Friends, Blood Makes The Blade Holy: The Atmosphere EP's (09/07/2010)
09/07/2010
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Ninety-nine bottles of ink on the wall
Stare at the stars, blink and they fall
Stand tall and shrink, small
Maybe they all fell asleep at the mall
Y'all not clear what to call a career
Stop the bus, I'm hopping off here
Get down, snuck and got near
Just to watch you drown in them crocodile tears
Dressed up all black with a clown mask
Shred the system, sound clash
Fall back when my feet touch ground
Hit the Heathrow tarmac like where the pound at?
Self-service, getting it to go
A lot of work for a little bit of dough
Wipe the dirt out the window of the soul
Fish with my pole from the middle of the snow
Still running, bound to build something
Even though we all surrounding by hills crumbling
Lil young'n, we kill assumption
Come hit us up, you wanna feel the function?
We proof of what you could do
if you would have took the lead to speak truth
You look cute little sheep in a wolf suit
Lost on a rook move, shoot
that sense of direction, misconception
Get your check and then skip the lesson
Get paranoid and collect protection
Get destroyed by the boy just stepped in
Ain't nobody gon' stay when the stack cracks
Nowadays they ain't tryna save a rat's ass
Hit the gas and mash past the trash
I wouldn't want it any other way and that's that
On this tit till it's going flat
When I'm gone you can taste my frozen tracks
My crew stay deep and we don't relax
Ain't going to sleep, too old for naps
They say go to hell if you're tryna fold some cash
Well ring the bell, there ain't no more class
Pot or smack, but don't know the facts
Spot is packed, who owns the map?
I'm not convinced, y'all overact
You're on the bench tryna choke the bat
I headline shows that they hoping that
I get mine, they can go cloak and dag'
You had the chance to hold me back
I still advance, fade slow to black
Y'all are just ants till it all collapse
Put both your hands up and throw me claps, c'mon

Clap, clap, clap, everybody clap
Clap, clap, clap your hands to what he's doing

We get 'em jumping around like a swarm of crickets
and that's ordinary normal business
And you trying to ignore the visit
But your girl's online bout to score some tickets
I was born a crumb, I'm a poor decision
I'll die a crumb, I'm sure it's written
But first I'ma smash over ornaments
and then bounce 'fore they announce the court's opinion
We all rapper rappers
We all wanna capture stature like any of it matters
Ass backwards and a lack of words
Only thing that you're killing me with is laughter
They used to cap and call me a backpacker
But they was mad I had my mack mastered
Went up the ladder and I seen the ants
So now I treat each track like it's the last chapter
Can't take it for granted, cause when it's done
I gotta subject my breath to the shit I've run
Gotta respect the mess I'm sitting on
So let's get it on until the nipple's gone

. . .


He started running down the middle of the street
Bear feet, looking like he needs a little to eat
Broad daylight,the school kids are laughing at him
It doesnt matter, hes battling a traffic jam
A Pacman tryna come up a quarter
Joystick, put your score in the corner
Running from the ghosts till you get that pill
Gotta hit the wall when you wanna stand still
He used to sell crack, years back
I remember it was him and his weird fat cousin
The last ones that you woiuld've guessed at it
Soundtrack was "Black Planet" and "Sex Packets"
Along time ago in a hood
that is still relatively close as the crow flies
No time to grieve or bleed
Tryna find a way to fulfill those needs

Such temptation, what's the basis?
Cutthroat rages, tuck the razor
Stuck in a phase of must get paid here
Blood rush, raised up to the majors

Such temptation, what's the basis?
Cutthroat rages, tuck the razor
Stuck in a phaseof must get paid here
Blood rush, raised up to the majors

I was livin at my dads crib
still a kid when my best friend became to drift
So I guess I was a lame
cause i wasnt with the game, motherfuck cocaine
Yeah i know you dont wanna be broke
Its a common excuse for those who sell dope
If your momma had knew, I know she'd throw blows
Y'all moved here from Chicago to grow
You got a tool up inside your coat
And you got no clue why you decided to smoke
I never even said goodbye to the bloke
I would see him around and but never try to provoke
But here we are two decades later
I'm curious to see what the kingpin's days made of
You never got to be Scarface
Caught between a rock and a hard place
Maybe he got something to say to me
I have to patiently wait and see
Hoping that heaven has a vacancy for dope fiends
Cause I know he never made it to the major leagues

Such temptation, what's the basis?
Cutthroat rages, tuck the razor
Stuck in a phaseof must get paid here
Blood rush, raised up to the majors

Such temptation, what's the basis?
Cutthroat rages, tuck the razor
Stuck in a phaseof must get paid here
Blood rush, raised up to the majors

. . .


I sat down and put a 50 on the bar
A whiskey and a beer, let's forget where we are
And keep 'em coming til I drink that whole grant up
Fillin' up til I can't stand up
Look around, see what the room's got
Well, there's Sonny by the jukebox
Grab my drink, headed over to say peace
But had to think, did I owe him any late fees?

Wait up, no I'm all paid up
I made a square last time I came uptown
"What up, sonny? How's business?"
"How you doin' Sean, I haven't seen you in a couple of minutes
Man, I just been workin' and jerkin'
Tryin' to get the rent right and be perfect
How about you?"
"Oh you know how the game go
Hustle through the wind, rain, snow or tornado"

"Yea, bro, had a good time catchin' up
The bartender kept the drinks fresh enough"
Good conversation, no pretention
I drank up my whole 50 bucks and then some

It was getting close to last call
I grabbed my coat and stood up, like that's all
But Sonny say, "hold up Sean, it's your day
I need a favor, let me throw some money your way"
I sat back down in the booth
I said "I know your deal Sonny, what I gotta do?"
He said "I'll give you three five piece of the pie
If you pick up a package for me on the east side tomorrow"
"Three and a half for an hour and a half
St. Paul and back's only 10 dollar's gas
Yeah, I can handle, give me all the info
Only one thing though, I won't bring a pistol"
He laughed and said "it ain't like that
It's simple, grab the package and come right back"
It's a tattoo shop, it's called 'Shh, Don't Snitch'
They some nice cats (nice cats?) Cool as an ice pack"
"Well alright Jack, discretion is a must
Keep a hush, other than that I don't give a fuck"
Cool, I got this, it's done like dinner
And then I stepped out into the winter

I got behind the wheel of my vehicle
Street light shining on my face, you could see it glow
The reflection in the rearview got clearer
I started talking to the image in the mirror
I said "you should go back in and decline
Sonny'll understand, everything will be fine"
"Sean calm down, get a grip, you're tripping"
I took a deep breath and put the key in the ignition

Stop being a bitch now, man up
Rollin' down 26 with thoughts of handcuffs
Pulled out on Lindel
Killed by a couple of drunks broadside of my pick up truck

. . .


[Slug]
I had a rough day, but that's life, it happens
Woke up on a dark side of my mattress
I guess I forgot to set my clock
Overslept, almost lost the job
Then to top it off, I'm kinda hungry
But can't eat till I find my money
It's in my wallet but my wallet ain't in my pocket
Can't remember the last time I saw it
And they don't want me in a bad mood
Afraid that it'll spread and everyone will catch an attitude
They got 'em all singing the same tone
Thinking I should go and start a fire in the break room
Co-workers make me sick
and the manager really ain't shit
But I can't quit, so I'm hiding in the basement
Holding onto to my face like fuck this place

[Chorus: 2X]
Every day can't be the best day
Do what you can right now, don't hesitate
That's why we try to make love and get paid
Take the bad with the good, now let's play

[Slug]
Hell naw, I ain't going to school
The teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
and all the kids mess with each other always all day
Class warfare up and down the hallways
And if you ain't popular
Nobody talks to ya, unless they mocking ya
Not even bus driver or the hall monitor
I might as well climb inside my locker huh
It's a bad day, bad week and a bad month
Don't nobody want to trade with my bag lunch
Someday I'ma be so cool
But for now I got cheap shoes, so I keep losing
Girls give no love to a poor man
It's a prison, the clock is warden
Man it won't get no better when I get home
So I listen to the voice in my headphones

[Chorus: 2X]

[Slug]
Can't dance with an upset stomach
The overdraft notices just kept coming
Somebody broke into the porch and stole a chair
Top of your head stopped growing hair
Broken glass, computer crashed
The car won't start and the tires went flat
Dog got loose, brought back a dead cat
Daughter found it and had a panic attack
Plus you ain't had sex in how long?
Afraid to admit that the fire's all gone
The better half is talking about separate
You wish you could take it back to yesterday
You not alone, it's hard as hell
But don't waste no time feeling sorry for self
We'll be right here with you through your war
Cause you're the one that we make this music for
Now turn it up

[Chorus: 2X]

. . .


Hey man what's happenin? I ain't seen you in awhile.
How you been? Whats a matter, you sick?
Don't come near me man. Alright I'll see you later.

Tommy doesn't got no money for the doctor.
But Tommy got sick, Tommy needs a shot or,
Maybe Tommy got shot and needs a lot more,
Thank mommy Tommy's problem is not yours.
Tommy went to county medical service,
That's where you go when you don't have insurance,
Budget cuts and they overwork the nurses,
And you can find more lying than at a circus,
Tommy's sitting in the hospital waiting room,
Pray to god that the doctor will take him soon,
Blood pressure on burn 'cause they stress him out,
It's your turn, some intern'll check you now,
Wait, first gotta fill out the paperwork,
I know you're hurt but the bills gonna make it worse,
Healthcare costs more than a small plane,
Good thing Paul had the brain to use a false name.

God bless the nation,
Obligation,
Altercation,
Interest of conflict.
Population,
Lost your patience,
Confirmation,
Symptoms of a hostage,
God bless the nation,
Obligation,
Altercation,
Interest of conflict,
Population,
Lost your patience,
Confirmation
Symptoms of a hostage.

Katie went and got a baby in her stomach.
She didn't mean to, she was only fuckin.
It ain't like she isn't old enough to cut it as a mother,
Doesn't matter though it's not in the budget.
Now she's gotta make a visit to the clinic,
She can't remember ever feeing this timid,
She's gonna front, and act like it isn't hard,
Vacuum boom put it on a debit card.
Sitting in the waiting room, it's a full house.
A lot of presidents that didn't pull their dukes out,
If you're gonna special off with the bad boys,
Goin' in unprotected is a bad choice.
It's your decision to correct a poor decision,
Alert the stork to stop, abort the mission.
Forced in a more horrible position,
When the doc got shot on the way into the building.

God bless the nation,
Obligation,
Altercation,
Interest of conflict.
Population,
Lost your patience,
Confirmation,
Symptoms of a hostage,
God bless the nation,
Obligation,
Altercation,
Interest of conflict,
Population,
Lost your patience,
Confirmation
Symptoms of a hostage.

God bless the nation,
Obligation,
Altercation,
Interest of conflict.
Population,
Lost your patience,
Confirmation,
Symptoms of a hostage,
God bless the nation,
Obligation,
Altercation,
Interest of conflict,
Population,
Lost your patience,
Confirmation
Symptoms of a hostage.

. . .


[Slug]
Somebody's amp is buzzing
Somebody's amp is buzzing
Somebody's amp is... fix the fucking amp!

I hope it's not too late when you get the news
I hope your coffee's great and you had breakfast too
I hope it's the type of day you would say was
perfect in every way you could crave of
I hope all your brats behave
and that you had a good shower, shat and shave
I hope your lady cooperates, plays nice
I hope you already got laid today twice
I hope that your teeth don't hurt
and it's the first morning of a whole week off work
I hope that your back feels fine and your car starts first try
Search a blue sky and watch the birds fly
Hope its everything you could ask for, plus more
Maybe even catch a little nap on the front porch
I hope you got the world under foot
and you're on page one of your new favorite book
I hope you took a little time to reflect
Hope you get to look, see the signs that connect
I hope there's no depression or panic attacks when
you finally decide to get a life and quit rapping

I'm only serious, I hope you're hearing this
in land at the end of the line, just like period!
I hope you can let the star go
I wish you a good day, I hope it's tomorrow

You suck, you suck dude

. . .


[Slug]
You know you fucked up right?
Bye bye, wish you luck with life
But I'd be damned if, I let you manage
to bless that blade and keep taking advantage
Look man, yeah you shook my hand
But that was back then, we're not good fam
I'm the fool cause I started to be cool with him
But I got schooled in the art of opportunism
I ain't the only one that walked away
Look around, everybody gone today
You all alone with your empty chest
So bury the bones with any regrets
and keep those skeletons piled in stacks
Just drink your medicine, don't bite your glass
I tried to make a difference
But the only thing that changed was I gave you distance

[Chorus: 2X]
I won't trust you again
Getting better at choosing friends
This time the loser wins
Cause I learned how to cut off the looser ends

[Slug]
I'm not tripping, this just an excuse
for me to dick down a little bit of the truth
We killing time and time's killing us
So I won't waste mine tryna grip a grudge
But don't twist it into what it isn't
Don't call, don't write, don't visit
I put you on ignore, you're not the homie anymore
The only thing that you could show me is the door
Game over, yeah who's winning?
Save your gas, I refuse to listen
If you doing math, we doing division
Don't even ask how I've been, there's no you in existence
Go your way, I'll go my way
And you keep going until there's no one to violate
And I'ma remember your last impression
Thanks for that lesson

[Chorus: 2X]

[Slug]
Now I lay you down to sleep
I swear to God you're dead to me
If I should give you any thought
It's just to teach self how to not

. . .


[Slug]
You motherfuckers ain't on my shelf
I should jump back and try to french kiss myself
The boy fell in the well and lived to tell
Put my voice in the mix, make the winter melt
I'm the best thing since a fresh loaf of sliced bread
Sitting on the bed between a pair of nice legs
I'm sex, white flag, ice bag, wipe rag
I'm twice the mess but a fraction of the price tag
Back stage in a rat cage
But when I bend these bars, everybody get to gas face
They said it was dead, in that case
I'ma get revenge, I'ma make rap pay
Now run and tell the sun I'm turning up the light
I might arrive on the plane, train, bus or bike
You can fuss and fight, but it's just despite
Cause it functions right when I cup this mic
No feedback, ease back, let the beat crack
But Uncle Sam said he wanna see tax
Make the beeswax, no relax
Run around the map and leave tracks
You can call me Sean like nothing's wrong
I'm the early dawn, I'm the dirty bum
My thoughts get drawn on a JumboTron
If your jaw don't drop you can hum along, come on!

[Chorus: 2X]
Shotgun, the raw one
We the hot sauce on y'alls tongue
We don't stop till it's all done
So turn it up till the cops come

[Slug]
You get lost in how awesome I is
You watching like you bought stock in my biz
You caught that sickness sitting on shit
You'd be better off frying up some littler fish
I'm a big catch, whoo! Sweet Jesus
Walk on the trash, keep clean as a fetus
Rip the beef into child size pieces
You talk cheap, now you need to get your teeth fixed
I don't recognize you or your toy crew
Go ahead, step aside now, let my noise through
Grew and spread like Kudzu
Didn't need a gun to put a +Slug+ in your guts
Move over chauffeur, I roll the coaster
I got older and badder and bolder
Who's the host with the monster?
Birds fly to Minnesota just to land on my shoulders
No pressure, it don't get desperate
No special effects, just sweat and spit
So fresh, still make it seem effortless
Breath smell like breast milk and peppermint
Got put on a permanent good foot
Huh, got more flavor than a cookbook
So take a look at what you couldn't have took
If I forgot anything, we'll just put it on the hook, c'mon

[Chorus: 2X]

[Slug]
You ain't gon' be shit
I'm the best kept secret
Anyone can see it
If I say it loud enough, maybe you'll believe it

[Chorus]

. . .


[Chorus]
Everybody, everybody want to be somebody
Go gotta be, there's no probably
You can talk to me after the party
It's just monotony, human commodities

[Slug]
Don't you just, don't you just love that profile page?
Where we use our voice and take the stage
Just to get repped for future endeavors
When you only special as physical measurements
Pardon me if what I speak seems amiss
Like anyone, we looking for a reason to exist
Validate the little ego cause we seeking it
But we only get attention from the neediest
Sex symbolic, took it literal
But the visual change with the wind that blows
And it shows cause we don't tiptoe
We got the tendencies to disclose too much info
Everybody, everybody want to be famous yeah
So we ask Santa Claus for fake tits huh
Let's take steps to embrace the objectification
and fix your face next

Yeah you're attractive, anyone's attractive
What? That's not magic, in fact when I last checked
you got casted as an extra, fantastic
But why don't you tone it down to bout half as dramatic
Can't dance past without a glance at the glass
Still won't admit that you practised that accent
Your personalities are canvas
You wanna impress me? Go fix a decent sandwich
Come on chuckles, grab a cluster of struggles
Muster up the guts to tattoo 'em on your knuckles
Broken models causing troubles
Frozen nostrils, solve that puzzle
How many photo albums full of self-indulgence?
Cellphones, so portraits can be helmed
on your favorite internet social network rebellion
Got me wondering what the fuck you selling

[Chorus: 2X]

. . .


[Slug]
Alright
Baby listen, they playing our song
You want to slow dance with me? C'mon
You can just say no
You ain't gotta be a douche about it

I was just a kid, she was just a kid
Lost in the mix, it didn't matter what we did
She used to baby me, I was her baby doll
I used to chase her around, she was basketball
I guess it had to fall, I should've known
No model to follow, we were both from broken homes
But we used to laugh about acting grown up
and I could hear her mom in the back yelling hang the phone up
A teenage love, a teenage love
Keep up the crush on what it means to us
It's okay girl, we don't even need to fuck
I was the first one to show her what a penis was
We used to sit on the park bench and hold hands
Staying out past dark to feel the romance
Summer time I was waking up early
Bounce out the flat little worm, get the birdy
Walk to her house and watch a couple movies
Kissing on her nipples, playing with the coochy, whoo!
That's as far as it ever got, pet the spot
Get her all wet and hot, and then it stopped
Frustration, soon after that
She broke up with me like boom it's a wrap
She said that we were moving too fast
No seducing the ass, she needed room to relax
But hold up now, I don't understand
All I really wanted was to be your lover man
We can wait, no pressure, I'll be patient
She said stop calling me, I'm taking a vacation
So there it was decorated with the wordplay
I'm at school and I'm tryna hide my hurt face
She started seeing others but it got worse, wait
She let my homeboy hit it on the first date

Oooh!
Sorry dude
Makes me wanna sing, I wanna sing, c'mon

[Repeat - 4X]
I don't miss you, but I remember you
You taught a lesson and for that I give you gratitude
I'm such a mess with love and sex
But I don't fuck around with my best friend's ex, nah

. . .


chorus-
freefallin when you shook from the pack
keep walkin let the foot leave a track
we often gotta look for the path
these problems are the good ones to have

nobody wanna struggle at home
base in his voice, trouble in her tone
what kinda couple makes a puzzle outa stone
choppin and poppin all of the bubbles that are blown
nobody wanna be wrong
and once the line gets drawn across what we disagree upon
it could be the time bomb that we sleep on
it's just a little one
back and forth like a ping pong
nobody wants an argument
you try to bargain as a friend
but it's hard to with a star offense against a smart defense
and the history you share is full of scars and dents
nobody likes breakin up
when you hate the situation but you crave the touch
you might stay in the relationship, for the simple sake of it
because you know it's based in love
chorus-

nobody wanna go to work
for some older jerk, that doesn't know the dirt
that's embedded in the hearts of those that hurt
monday through friday and saturdays for bonus perks
nobody befriends the beast
just to make ends meet, and try to pay rent and eat
spread sheets by the end of the week
you'd rather spread them sheets and try to get some sleep
nobody wanna lift a crate
that aint living great, you wanna kid and play
you should give, escape
no two week notification, show up late and quit today
nobody wants an awful boss
that got you poppin out the top of your mouth
as if it's common talk
you ought to wait until you off the clock
and appreciate the fact that you've got a job
chorus-

but somebody want that life you've got
they think your boyfriend's nice, or your wife is hot
they on your block, lookin at that home you bought
they'd move in today if that door wasn't locked
nowadays you ought to watch your spot
even with all the flaws of that boss you mock
you could still close your eyes and toss a rock
I bet you'd hit someone that'd love to cop your job
that's what I thought, of course you don't stop
you won't take the shot, you can't afford the loss
if you don't wanna taste the sauce
then put the plate down and take a walk
drop or move away from the pot
cause every time you talk
complain a lot
don't forget to count the balls y'all caught
enjoy what you got before it all falls off
chorus-

. . .


Whatcha gonna be when you grow up?
I’m all grown up, still don’t know what
I mop throw up
I rock a tow truck
Long as it means I can get old and post up.
I used to be a typical winner
Living off the gratuity from delivering your dinner
Cause as a kid I didn’t consider
That I would get the opportunity to be a full time spitter
I love this occupation
I got bosses across the nation
Validation is an understatement
And I don’t really know how to take a vacation
My kind don’t have any free time
I’m so distracted but everything’s fine
I speak shine and I read signs
Appreciate your opinion
But this dream’s mine
It’s all love, we’re cool
But you don’t tell a cowboy what to do
I was the ugly kid that didn’t listen
Little big man full of ambition
Based on imagination just like you
Daydreamin thinking bout the things I might do
I used to paint, draw, and illustrate
Mom would facilitate
And it would feel OK
Seems like yesterday still plays a part
When I grow up I wanted a job makin art
Picture that, how many years old?
Young enough to mix up love with career goals
But I was just this tall when they told me that the world was mine
But the papers weren’t signed
There’s no deed
It’s a proceed
to go seed
up the whole piece
like it owes me groceries
don’t breathe
until you formally know me
don’t leave, better call authorities
It’s all love, we’re cool
But you don’t tell an astronaut what to do
The turn tables stole my heart
Burnt the paint brush, broke it apart
I miss it
I might revisit
But I wasn’t that good, I admit it
Maybe you can’t tell
But as a kid I wanted to be Melle Mel
And later as a teenager I wanted to be L L
Then I discovered weed and I wanted to be Dell
And thank god eventually I found myself
It’s funny when I bump into fools
I used to go to school with
And they ask what I’m doin
Half of the time I wanna crack a lie
But fuck it, I’m still a wannabe rapper guy
Yeah I guess that it seems that way
I get to see the world and it’s decent pay
As long as somebody wants to see us play
I wake up every morning and I seize the day
It’s all love, we’re cool
But you don’t tell the president what to do
It’s like that y’all, it’s like this y’all
I don’t get to call in sick y’all

. . .


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