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Lyrics for Brief Description by Atmosphere:
| | | Artist: | Atmosphere |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | Brief Description | | | | Date Added: | 24/10/2007 | | Views: | 66 | | | | Lyrics: | [Sample: "Have you heard it? Sing along with it.
If you didn't hear it you're gonna hear it
right now."]
[Slug]
Bam, the door way opened for me
I saw ways and
told the story
Raw day dreams of holding glory
Junior high,
Hall way kings
/>
Lockin' taggin' MCs
Beat boxin', breakin' Zulu Nation wannabees
It didn't take
long to see who would stay strong
High school upon
Some B-Boys put their gang bangs
on
But some kept on doing
Step on to ruin
Others that were pursuing the same
shit we thought we ruled in
But what a surprise
The passion for being the best
/>
Puts a quest for allies to rest
Dead
In the Midwest where heads
Is just a
hand full
In a land of gangstas
Players, replacements, pricks, banjos
We
scramble
To break MCs that may appreciate it
Guided by their envy insecurity and their
hatred
Separated by the gimmie props technique
And a desire to be the tops this
week
I gotta floss the speak
Cause talk is cheap
Even the broke kids can afford
it
That's why I stand close and if you're dope then I'm supportive
But if not
We'll keep the mic warm
For the next one
Respect the artform
And make your
wishes on the stars born
Within the movement
Fact checkin' tryin' to
completely avoid all channels of backstepping
From the lines of painted the concrete
that reside on lakestreet
To the way we close our eyes to sleep
And drift through Deep
Space 9 type shit
To find this
I've been around for as long as sound
I've been
to that not so fresh faze
And that not so serious state but I've evolved
Metamorphed
manifestate
I used to be young, dumb and full of vision
Like it was religious
rituals
I made initial decisions
I wanted to be a rapper world renowned
From
Minneap to the Bronx
Capture girls and crowns
Snap, crackle and stomp
That's
what I found
The abyss that sits in-between the one that holds the mic and those that
don't even listen
Formed some crews
Rocked talent shows at schools
Saturdays on
the 18 make my way down to the record pool
I met a grip of people that was bullshit
Was down with a lot of people that was bullshit
But I bull shit from the asshole of an angel
before I let him hassle and
strangle
The love triangle between me the mic and the
turntable
Went to studios
We want to make demos
We want to do shows and rock
our own instrumentals
Do our own production
Fuckin' around with this kid
Kazir
Nitwit engineer
Barely knew his own equipment, Atmosphere
The prefix was
urban
Wrecked shows
Made friends made foes
Overall we made flows
And
right now as I sit here writing this
I'm buggin' off of the people in my life that made me
like this
Within the movement
Fact checkin'
Tryin' to completely avoid
all channels of backsteppin'
From the lines of painted concrete
that reside on
Franklin Ave
To the dead bird on the elevator
To that short in your cross fader
I never got lost later
For efforts to pester
Just throw your hands up in the air like
a leper
I've been to that not so fresh faze
And to that not quite so serious state
/>
Metamorph manifestate
Well sometimes it rings and I don't answer it
That's
it no asterisks
No thirst to find the circumstances
It was planted in me deep
It was nurtured and it grew
Gave it sleep and nutrition
It was efficient let it
through
There are a few that have developed when I let them in my spectrum
For the
rest of em
I give them just enough to cause infection
Not trippin' on attention
But if you ofer it it's welcome
Open arms patient charms
I know the words and I can
spell them
Seldom is it
When one inquisits
Do they leave with this interest
/>
In fact most begin crave the visits
Bringin' me to the table
That's it no more no
less
The love the life the stress
Slug, the mic, the mess
Tested
Yes,
I've been tested and I've tested some
I'm not sayin' I'm the best
Believe I'm not
/>
Like the rest of em
Just sayin' I'm better than you
That's my mind state
My
rhymes take me into
When I check one two
I guess some do get pissed
But
intentions were to inspire
Built the empire before I get tired
The ones that tear me
down don't know it
But they're the same ones that build me
Now quiet lean your head
say, "Yes you can feel me."
[Sample: "Asking himself, even before the curtain goes
up, what am I?
I am now 80 years old, and more, and I am determined to find precisely
what I am, what I amount to. They tell me I am everything, they flatter
me everyday, of my
life. I am now going to subject myself to a rigorous
test in order to find out really what I
am. I don't care about? I don't
about rule, anymore. It is of no importance to me, as such,
but I must
find out what I am before I die."] | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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