Slug - B96 Freestyle presented by Peter Parker lyrics

[Slug] I like this, yup Here we are, not leavin' Not yet Still here, still breathin' Happy Friday, feels like an evenin' Gotta keep it goin', keep it Cieling, high touch it if you can touch it I rush it I grab this microphone and bust it You and your friends discuss it Sit back in the back in your room Listenin' to me on a friday afternoon Yeah, 96.3, f 'em South minneapolis, that's what I'm reppin' Keep steppin, it's like a blessin' When I grab this microphone and learn a lesson Each and every time I'm guessin' This time the lesson in how to articulate How to keep it goin' and maybe umm participate In these lyrics that we bring yup you hear it And it's fly like a spirit Do you hear it? atmosphere it Atmospheric, uh, so sick Gimmie the microphone, hold my -- Nope. can't curse when it's live So gimmie that, yup I keep it goin, been doin it since '85 Used to do it in my basement Just chillin', hidin', not tryna face it But now it's like '08, and oh, I'm great I grab this microphone, no wait, just let me -- Hesitate, can't grab it It hangs in the air in front of my face, like a rabbit The easter bunny, ay yo he's so funny! It's slug from atmosphere, keep it up dummy I'm like rummy, I got game I grab this microphone without even sayin' my name But i'll spell it, tell it S-L-U-G, who do you be? Grab that microphone and rock camp snoopy Nah, I'm jokin', just tryna provoke A couple a' smiles on the faces of these eggs of these yolks And maybe if it's broke, maybe not I'm still hot when I grab the microphone and touch that spot G-spot, we rock, got you, see? Clockin' in when it's time to grin Then I'm clockin' out when it's time to leave And I'mma go until I can't breathe See, conceived inside of me is babies Of lyrics, and you can hear it, maybe You can see it, maybe And you can free it, if you had it too I grab that microphone and pa** it to you They laughin' at you Uh, offa hennepin, or lexington Doesn't really matter, yup you better tell a friend From minneapolis, st. paul Paint walls, gave all ya'll A good time, and you can call it a ball In fact, gave you two! my left and the right one Gonna grab that microphone and i'll rock it all night, son (petter parker, parker, parker...) It doesn't matter with "petter parker" on The boards and I'mma start it and you can applaud And you can feel it from the back to the front of the room Each and every time I consume from july to june But not yet, it's may still So wait till We grab the microphone and give you somethin', say sk**s That's what we got, we keep it hot Girls, I got em locked like super lover and casanova Yup I told ya Grab the microphone, it's minnesnowta I roll over ya like a damn boulder On the highway, here on a friday Doin' it my way Why cry baby, they can't where the hell you goin' But I'mma keep on flowin' till you know it Till you know it, till you know it All, I grab it And you can call me a part time alcoholic But I'mma stall it Just tryna fill the wallet, tryna fill the brain All of the information that it can contain I mean, I'm like a super-internet highway Stuck inside of my spine when I start to rhyme Half the time, it don't even make sense It doesn't really matter, just as long as them haters get tense I commence to chill, maybe we can build Ain't poppin' no pills, f'real 'n you can tell jack or jill To climb up this hill And i'll still flip sk** Or you can punch a bu*ton to shut me up Whenever you feel it's time you had enough, man You got another beat to give me? My man he got a camera, tryna find an angle I'm tryna find an angel Or make a balance And you can challenge Grab the microphone, like it's a chalice Take a sip, uh, take a breath And know my left, I know the edge I keep my breath instead of endin' up dead I keep on goin' from the top of the head That's that way it goes cla**ic This beat here, I be the atmos All I wanna do is grab it That's how we did it, dagnabbit, damnit Uh, canned it, you can't understand it, so I overstand it Hold my hand if you need a little help From the side for the self You better know the ledge, and keep it well (peter parker) Uh, keep it goin' and goin' Petter parker on the brake, gonna keep me flowin' Keep it, uh, keep it goin' and goin' Peter parker on the brake gonna keep me flowin', it goes I got enough to go around And the thought takes place underground Somewhere in the basement You can face it Uh, take it, taste of it Replace it with nothin' Ain't nothin', all of a sudden I grab the microphone, push on the bu*ton Turn me up and damn, I'm in your headphones Keep goin' till I'm inside the dead zone Get my dead mic on my head right Sip another red stripe Get that lead pipe Because you a, what, what they call it? You need a switch blade? You trick made Now I don't know where the beat left, but I still grab it Uh, come to the breath, it's all gone I got another song inside of the head I go long, all night long I'm runnin' outta breath over here Cause this beat is fast, my name is atmosphere I rock slow beats, yeah you know me Slow jams, get with the program Hold my hand, damn They say that slug sold out That's not the message, it's a positive thing See if you can try to catch it I throw it in the air and if you care you can grab it Tryna balance out the tables, and make a habit of it This type a' stuff on the radio air waves Tryna be brave, because I really care, brave I wanna give you everything that you need But I need a little space so I can climb inside the seed Here, B96 got me playin' It's kind of an anomaly What you want from me, an apology? Naw brother, I'm tryna get this goin' so we can discover each other And maybe you'll be the next one on the waves Or maybe you'll be doin' it for you and your braves And I gave you everything I had to give I had to keep it positive Because your guy called up and said Make the people smile, make it feel like a party I'mma do my best, I'm just one dude so hardly can much be done I grab this mic to have some fun And keep it all on the one Don't need a gun I got the mental, I got the physical, and the spiritual Here we go, if you can hear it, yo Well put your hand in the air like you don't care Try to touch the rafter it's right there We keep it goin' like this I'm like neon on a (?) brick wall I keep it sick, y'all It's that pitiful flow From that kid you all know Right offa uptown Where the hell you wanna get down? South minneapolis where I used to reside In fact, no where I still reside And I will until the day I die I will apply myself to everything that's up in your sky So look up at the clouds and feel me You feel me? you see me? you hear me? I drill these lyrics inside of your head until I'm dead And that's all he had to say and that's all that he said But, he said a little bit more Tryin' to ensure each and every person could feel it cause it's pure Out here, where are we? edina? Well I be the rhymer Come through and give you two times or three times A couple of beats, I keep it complete And keep goin' till I'm layin' on the concrete I keep it on. neat, right? Fey, we do it this way That's how we gotta keep it movin' if you hear what we say Check me out, on the in and on the out Tryna show you what it's really all about Underground or mainstream We all on the same team We all bleed the same blood Wanna keep it going Peace! my name's slug