I Wish Those Cats At Fobia Would Give - ATMOSPHERE

I Wish Those Cats At Fobia Would Give - ATMOSPHERE

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Headshots: Se7en
Год
2007
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`Angļu`
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I Wish Those Cats At Fobia Would Give

ATMOSPHERE

Snowman in full effect so play the odd side 'til April

The tapes will grow so we can by posters and staples

I bet that kid Slug will bust flows if you ask nice

It’s Friday night, point me to the party wanna grab mics

Used to get queezy when it was time to rock that b.

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But nowadays I’m just tryin to get Musab away from the TV

Cause I can’t fuck with the Zenith I’d rather criticize Tuesdays releases

With the elitists at the Fetus

Yet another factory film is what we present

Surrounding, ditch weed in a ballpoint no grievance

Let’s all point our fingers towards the path we venture

Minneapolis native taken the wrath of winter bad contender

Let me catch a lukewarm triple mocha to reach the speed

Of the graph writer that’s crashed on my sofa

And in the green room is MC’s and in the kitchen is dirty dishes

And my postion blurry vision

And I’m livin in a section where heads is frozen stiff

And these skinny powder sniffin kids is posin talkin shit

Since the first time I met you backstage in the main room

I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room

I drive for a living but I take the bus to work

Auditioned for the roll of Jesus, got the part of jerk

Armed with a Walkman and a fake grin in a basement mind state when I

Simply took a left at Nicollet

Sucking on a cigarette did some binge hits before I left

And now the nicotine is liftin it

Choke at the last drag and flick remains at the gutter

Flip up the hood just to keep the brains covered

I’m trying to grow a mountain out of a foothill

I see people rockin my t-shirt and I’m still shopping at Goodwill

In a struggle in a war zone grew some extra personality

Now I won’t have to flee or fight alone

The microphone that’s my weapon and I’m on a quest for heaven

Or rent me some comprehension

As busy as fuck just gimme a three hour lead

So I can reflect maybe rent a flick and relearn how to breath

And we turned out the sleeves and found a bunch of tricks

And used a cleaver to relieve all these unnecessary limbs

Misplaced the gems and jewels I meant to give you

To lift you and lost my mind inside the issue

And I’m livin in a section where heads is frozen stiff

And these skinny powder sniffin kids is posin talkin shit

Since the first time I met you backstage in the game room

I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room

I drive for a living but I take the bus to work

Auditioned for the roll of Jesus, got the part of jerk

Armed with a Walkman and a fake grin in a basement mind-state when I

Think

Now I’ve got spies positioned at various Cheapos around the city

Lots of people that’s down with me cause the evils out to get me

Its easy to decipher who can taste me

A lot of locals used to hate me but now I think the tolerate me

You could only hear what I feel when my eyes are shut

Mistakes are piling up excuses they lining up

I’m trying to fuck reality but I’m impotent can’t get it up

Cause shes a duck and her personality sucks just my luck

I caught the wrong bus I guess I’ll get off at the crossroads

And take a long lunch

Next month when I got my head right I’ma grab a lead pipe

And beat some life into this dead mic

So let the tape roll and extract all the juices

Read the hate mail in the bathroom and place wagers on the losers

In the beginning you can’t help but wanna be innovative

But eventually the opposition leaves you jaded

Like hell no I don’t wanna be a baller

I’m six foot three their ain’t no need for me to be any taller

I just wish those cats over there at Fobia would hit me off with some free gear

or somethin…

Cause I’m livin in a section where heads is frozen stiff

And these skinny powder sniffin kids is posin talkin shit

Since the first time I met you backstage in the game room

I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room

I drive for a living but I take the bus to work

Auditioned for the roll of Jesus, got the part of jerk

Armed with a Walkman and a fake grin in a basement mind-state when I

Think of how simple it could all be

Oh yeah, Joe said that uh… I could come in, and just pick some shit out.

That’s cool?

All right

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