Atmosphere - Flesh Lyrics
[scratched]"Get off the mic and get off the coke!""On the count of three""1...2...""one for the cuervo, two for line""Get off the mic and get off the coke!""Get off the coke!"[Chorus: Slug]We came here to slit your throatYou came here to sniff some cokeKid don't fall like all the restCuts through soul and cuts through flesh[Slug]When they started to screamI thought I might, geez, singin"Everything good ain't as good as it seems"Get ripped like flesh, you got kitten's prideI'll make a mess on your set and your dressHandle my business, or handle your princessWhen I was younger, was no differentIt's all effort, taste the sweatScreamin at the earth, cause she don't hate me yetSlug HAS to give a *****, I know betterMAN, I'm just a rapper on luckStill stuck in the same mind state I grew upStill paranoid, still waitin to duck, WhatTryin not to get caught in the plagueGot a lot to say before your dumb ass walks awayLoad up one verse, let it boomLike a gunburst and left your head sun burnt[I Self Devine]Can I... run up in your settlementShould I... bring wash like the governmentThe flow is dangerous as unguarded childrenRunnin the streets in a project buildin'So desensitized, got no feelingsNumb to the world, 6'4, with the 5 foot ceilingsThe math is inaccurate, broken dialect, English ambassadorsHenesey fifth to the lips and the blunt of thisWeed call, great food, seutures, we feelin itI be porno whipped, house looking show ownershipWhen we know he just a workerMakin five fifty somethin, barely controlling shitKeep frontin, I'ma hurt yaNow your face getting scraped by asphaltOff a somersault, flesh woundBring in a bag of salt[cut sample][Musab]Surprise y'all, come to bedMy nut stains look like wet WonderbreadWhite and thick, I don't ever bite my lipGive a damn if you like my shitThe box is full of foxesStandin topless, lickin the splotchesHere kid, want to sniff some coke?Rhymesayers Entertainment, we ship the dopeYour dick's short and funny like PiscopoGive it up, man, how you gonna stick the doughPay me anyway, and you can have that trampI can get another lady any dayThey gonna ban my shit like Joe CamelCome off like a sandal, spittin the flow ammoBelieve it, get a pack of Whitecastle CheesesticksAnd PEEP the remix[Aesop Rock]Smart for the whips, fiddle frame parchmentMarch for the clique, Jughead motor like a mineark on the power cablesChewing through the ??? My slang letter dopeman prettyNo free pony rides, no basket of kittensNo Playdoh fun bags to reep for ChristeningLittle courts rainbows, Pegasus and WizardsJust me shoving caine in the gash in your throat with the premiseMiddle of New York with a sack full of actionCash with the school kids toke crack with magnumsDef Jukie, jet black, black lungs, black hoodieBoth crushin with a musket pressed to the musk of the budgetAnd I'm a must of the crunk shitYOU GET DOWNYou don't know the meaning of dope anyhowYou probably think I'm a joke by nowBut we got more clay and more coke then y'all[Chorus] - repeat 2X[scratch samples]"Good God!""Oh my God""God, God""God Damn!""God helped me change" - Slug of Atmosphere"Pray to God that you could be like us" - Grandmaster Flash"God damn...damn" - Run DMC"Oh my""Lord!""CUT!" - James Brown"God Knows!""GOD GOD GOD""Oh Lord""Dear God" - Snoop Dogg"and damn it""God Damn!""Good Lord"[over beatbox, Girl from Atmosphere Promos]and never forget...God loves your ugly assDon't ever *****ing question that
