>>THREE!
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>>We might hurt somebody..
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>>No!
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>>Don't do that...
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>>No! No!
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[Verse 1]
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No! Don't do that, they don't deserve that
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Look at 'em, they couldn't handle it, they nerves would collapse
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Bag 'em up, sift 'em up, skinny boy lick the cut
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No excuses needed, this ones wack, that one sucks
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Don't even front like you've got close to balls in size
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Your egos been planted, personafulsified
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Everybody wanna score, aiming at an all time high
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Shooting at the stars, tryna make 'em fall out the sky
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The grey matter, waverunner, screamin' thoughts of anger at the world
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From beneath this rock I stay under
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Tonight's rain and thunder,
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was brought to you in part by that same fuck that put the fear of the
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Atmos. in your heart, now
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Guess what I'm standin' (where?!), over the head
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If you put a hand up you can fondle everything I said
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And if I lose my patience, somebody's losin' they limbs
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And getting left in this basement with the rest of these gimps
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[Chorus]
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Atmosphere, don't front like you cant hear (4x)
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[Verse 2]
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Go touch yo'self, and keep yo' dick from under your belt
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Who the fuck you think HOLDS and CONTROLS over what you felt
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You need way too much help, take a seat on the bench
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Gonna teach you how to make sense, while i make my rent
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If you can reach the fence, without kickin' a landmine
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You get a piece of my mind, and the number to my fanline
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No wonder your WACK, most of mankind is WACK
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Can't nobody read that sign that says "there aint no turnin' back"
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Step in the AT, you better be prepared to have a hobby to do
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For when we through with your career submit a copy of them papers that
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you think gave you the right to even come within a 100 yards of this mic
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But here I am, breathe deep, count to ten
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Keep the beat, locate the loose screws so I can pound it in
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It's all SPREAD love, GET love, city to city
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I aint mad at none a y'all, cuz can't none a y'all can fuck wit me!
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[Chorus] (4x)
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>>Keep goin on to..on on on to..MINNEAPOLIS!!!
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[Verse 3]
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I'm on the Poverty Tour, wit Jay Bird, my man
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Gettin' every wall sole across this desolate land
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Estimates and expectations, get woken and cornered
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Tryna strangle the stupidity, and choke its supporters
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From this day forward, I'll be the voice that you wait for,
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the one that you paid for, or the one that you hate more
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Whether you drive a Ford, a tugboat or a skateboard
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Put my tape on, open up, n face forward
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Cuz' when we land, anywhere near the mic stand
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It can reason with the meaning of your lifespan
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Motivation you've been waiting for to make a tight plan
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Got you like I think that I can, yes I think that I can!
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Well go ahead, take a sip, introduce us to yourself
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Place us on your list of influences, ima live forever,
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fuck bein' rich for seven years
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>>Hello, I'm Slug and my crew is called....
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[Chorus] (2x)
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>>Three!
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Threemosphere
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| Atmosphere |
