Atmosphere - Blamegame Lyrics
[Slug]Yo yo yo...I wish that I had something to sayThat could wipe that smile right off of your faceHere take my hand pretend you know my manBlame it all on the game, blame it all on the game[Sample](???) is a thing that we loveSo here's another one to get jealous of...do it Ja!(?)[Slug]So put your hand up if you remember the Juice CrewThey don't make em' like they used toThis supposed to be the new school?Your guns are aimless, songs are namelessHow long you been famous?I claim this region 200 hundred-mile radiusTwin Cities' flavors RhymeSayers got the tastiestAnd you can hate me, it's part of the territoryAs long as you know it's impossible to ignore meFrom middle fingers to hugs, tofu to the drugsThe fights fist(?), might as well just take pictures of SlugAnd live out your own life to the fullestWhy you starin' at my feet when you're standin' in this bullshit?You could never learn how to ride a bike without balanceSo what's the point of trying to grab the mic without talentGo get your brakes looked at, you *****in' fake hood ratWanna be the basement's greatest? Too late, already took that!Father knows best, but Father knows stressBut Father needs love, a back rub, and some restDamn he could use a good home cooked mealBeen burnin' both ends since he broke the sealUp, up and away, watch him take offGive himself a little hell and quit the day jobAnd ignite the sunlight, tryin' to write about lifeAbout face(?), break the fear, and you're here till the plight(?)[Chorus]And I wish that I had something to sayThat could wipe that smile right off of your faceHere take my hand pretend you know my nameAnd blame it all on the game, blame it all on the game[Slug]Cat's be walkin' into the spot like they own itWearin' a face that they should save for they opponentsWith the shoelaces tied, you're(?yet?) too wasted to driveEither way I've arrived to bless this place with my vibeYeah right, my vibe ain't even coolI sit in the corner and drink until I slur and droolThe t-shirt says shoot pool, not peopleKill time, not life, grab the mic and let the beat go(Beat go beat go beat go)But that's good for me,It's hard to hide a magic card when you wear a short sleeveForce feed what I've got when they not hungryTryin' to replace everything that they ripped off from meBelow the tummy, and choke the dummy theoryBeat the point dead until these folks hear me clearlyKeep it all simple, a simplistic intricate(?)Rebuild the robots with little hands and finger tipsReprogram, a world full of slow jamsGrab the prize and clutch it tight with both handsWhy go (???) talkAnyone that calls this fall off(?) can suck my balls offI ain't goin' nowhere, I'm still here, right hereSame spot that I stood when you first woke upThe same guy that grabbed the mic and made your girl wanna *****The same MC still runnin' on an empty tank of luck[Chorus]And I wish that I had something to sayThat could wipe that smile right off of your faceHere take my hand, pretend you know my nameAnd blame it all on the game, blame it all on the gameAnd I wish that I had something to sayThat could wipe that smile right off of your faceCome here take my hand, pretend you know..know..knowBlame it all on the game (Blame it all on the game) [x10][Sample]Because of the beats other rhymes, when in fact it did (?whole line?)
