Atmosphere - H-Overk** lyrics

Now its all spaceship wishes, starry-eyed dreams Balancing a heavy load high on that beam Promises and fanmail kept in a shoebox Die for that female, tears made of dew drops Tucked in goodnight sleep with the angels When you awaken youll be wearing the same clothes Hammer, wrench, amateur p**n This type of player never sits around to keep the bench warm I'ma high plains jerk off, a migraine with feet Gotta lotta fly free belted into the seats Rooftop hustler, gargle my spit, pa**enger pilot with a car full of chicks Yeah baby, i love the way your eyeballs look But not enough to compensate for the time y'all took Now mash on the gas, lets mess up your hairdo How longs it gonna take to get to Syracuse If i leave you tomorrow, you going to pack your suitcase and follow Or would you say peace and forget me next week Cause sometimes it seems like its easy to breathe And all the kids read deep into the lyrics And the participants want to be peerless But in my heads a symphony, of your epiphany And all i wanted to do was be a mother f**in' MC Y'all think that you know me that well Y'all think that you know me that well I think y'all can all go to hell And tell the devil i said f** you (f** you) Cause its all overk** One for the stellas, two for the guidos with the swollen eyes Mounted on my people with the lullabies And any poltergeist can rip and breathe the lilacs But I'm the type to accidentally kiss the Venus fly traps This all reminds me of jellies using thunder cats With a gash on my criminal record, so run it back And i can feel it as a child growin' up That half of these white rappers are probably just racist as f** Play with the bugs to save a glimpse when i be in the masi drainage ditch To get the brainy bits from skater chicks Now the day can flip and i can keel over But, These are the anecdotes i don't reveal sober These are the painted quotes to get us paid She fronted like she stabbed me in the back with her shoulder blade Two cigars touch i smoke 'em still cause Lucy thinks the homie slug Is infidel and only built for Cuban links Anything can sing a schizophrenic wind song But I'mma stab it with an ice pick till its gone, scream a hate song drastic Peoples droppin' albums and two weeks later its called cla**ic Give me a bloody t-bone and some bread bowls to pay the 6 dollar and 60 cent d**h toll Broken hearted blitzkrieg see all we've ever done is peace and MC's Y'all think that you know me that well Y'all think that you know me that well I think y'all can all go to hell And tell the devil i said f** you (f** you) Cause its all overk** (shh) You ain't nobody, you ain't nobody, you ain't nobody No you (either) ain't nobody, no you ain't sh**