Atmosphere - Secret lyrics

[Intro] If fact I remember you You rap too? Oh that's right Yeah you used to come to my shows Whenever I was in your city I guess I should apologize for giving you the credit Of being more intelligent than you looked I guess it's a good thing that God loves ugly Yo, remember when you asked me for some advice? [Verse] Come one, it's easy, all you gotta do Is nod to the beat, talk about what's wrong with you I did it, a couple others did too And you can follow in these footprints if shoes fit you From all regions now, they're trying to steal the style Look they bit me, and I'm tryin to hide my smile Cause I tell you, ain't much as flattering As a gra**hopper tryin to smash a teacher with a battle ram I ain't made, always been a fan of flashbacks Go ahead, wear your heart on your backpack But don't forget my name when you start to talk sh** Up in the atmosphere with God in the co*kpit Self-deprecate my way to a better fate Meditate through the hate, let 'em speculate Elevate the heat, burn 'em up like hot cakes Cops came late, tried to fix it all with scotch tape Pain, the brand new escape, from the brain And strange days that came with the mistakes Mis-tastes a little bit to dangerous I see where they hittin makes me wonder what they aimin with That's gotta hurt man, put it in the chorus See if I can get your girlfriend to sing it for us She like it, it helps her understand you And you like it, it helps you understand too And I should walk away, it's getting hard to keep control When I'm checking all these stalkers, and my records aren't even gold Breathe in slow, conserve the temper Show these mother f**ers what this microphone is meant for Try not to curse, it hurts the verse It proves that you have a strong lack of better words But sometimes nothing can replace a cut Just turn up the ba** and come face the front They ain't trying to listen if you've got a lot to say And some nothing, still catch a lot of pay Man, I wanna play, but I'm not gonna walk my way Back to Coney Island just to catch a couple props today I nominate myself as the governor Faced in front of the judge, like I wasn't f**in her Yes ma'am, no ma'am, get with the program Already had you bent over the desk singin slow jams Peace to the Molemen, Murs, Sage Francis Anyone else done the work, can take chances First and the last months rent takes precedent Other than that, god bless the Fifth Element Don't give a f** what ya'll think of Slug Take your fangs out if you ain't drinkin blood And blame it on that life you don't live But sh** talking says more about you than we kid [Outro] And now we gotta a little secret (don't we) [repeated in background as well] And every time I see you man, I'm gonna remember You are not who you wish you were You are not what you wish you were right? Do me a favor man, you hate me? Just walk past me man, don't even acknowledge me Just pretend I don't exist man, don't even look at me man Ba-bam ba-bam-BAM [repeated] [altered lyrics from song "BAM"] We land on your plate like a housefly Just another face from the southside The fall guy, all eyes on the tall small fry While I try not to make your doll cry What you call "fly"? What you call "fresh" Multi-bulls-eye-s**-and-checks-and-d**h I guess I'm best left for dead in a breath That was never impressed by what's possessed Girlfriend I need your help Cause the head on my shoulders won't f** itself And when you're ready come around uptown Up Up girl let your strap down, put your strap down