Atmosphere - Edie Brikell lyrics

I feel that most of you soliders are flimsy How the hell did you get over as an emcee? Now the dialouge injectors they simply And I respect those that hold it against me Pay dues and make rules to break rules Stayed cool amongst tools and fake fools gave j**els to use From cradle to grade school to the grave And still wade through these pools of I love you and I hate you And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin Nothin can f** with the way it goes around (x2) First off focus, figure out why you wrote it What's the motive? What you use to grow it? Where you tryin to go with it? Do the people want it? Do they need it? Or maybe they would rather that you keep it Is the party now popin? Or at least a couple of heads noddin? Does the pa** or fail depend on wether or not a check's gotten? Is it the laughter, the love, the hope? Is it the aspiration to make other rappers think ya dope? Is it the fans, the adoration of devils and angels? The hunger, you want more than left over egg rolls? sh**, I made a video I ain't even got cable So if you ain't down with what we doin you better lay low My future's made of Play-Dough, past is made of stone Virgo playboy Slug is dumb building a home And it lead me to belive the 3D that I breathe, Through the TV and the CD be the need to grit the teeth A twenty-something wasteland Here comes the out of place spaceman Spread the wingspan Starin at the ocean Like it was a woman Hopin that she'll let me run my toes through her pink sand And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin Nothin can f** with the way it goes around (x2) Now here I sit in this cellar Writing my interpretations of Helter Skelter It goes one part hustler Two parts good guy Sounds like it should but this sh** doesn't look right Took my hook and pierced ya skin So now when I say jump you say when When I say now all y'all say where When I say Atmos you say phere You know me but just the me I let you see the me you need So you can set yourself free You'll have to f** Slug up to shut Slug up But for now baby please close your mouth and lift your bu*t up And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin Nothin can f** with the way it goes around (x2) I used to play the back of the club in study mode Placin bets on who would leave the set with a bloody nose Head shots used to talk a lot of sh** Used to walk a lot of sh** The pre-trial of accomplishment Before I knew that this network existed Just another pair of baggy pants sweatshirted misfit The piolt sticker bombs spell it right S-L-U-G don't get it wrong that sh**'s my life And I'm thankful for the angle the lessons learned I'm happy as hell for how the carosuel turned Smilin at the angel that stole my s**m Cause now maybe the legend can out live the germ And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin Nothin can f** with the way it goes around (x2)