Atmosphere - The Bass And The Movement Lyrics
[Sample]And we know how to make some musicAnd the music ain't supposed to stand stillAnd little bit of, you know little bits of Negro?into the music isn't enoughMusic is all consuming, let me tell you...[Slug]You should have stuck with the original plan: To be a little manShould have kept it simple, before the shit hit the fanGive the kid a nipple cause he sucksTake the microphone from his fist he doesn't know how to clutchYou wanna treat it like a playground?Well we can joke about your take downAnd let your pride get hurt when I tug on your skirtLike "Shut the ***** up! Professionals are tryin' to work."And to the people that don't feel us: ***** em'Don't need em', can't see em', never leave em', never loved em'Stuff em' full of dick till the hole ripsAnd let em' know that's what they get for that ho shit"Ooh my goodness, Slug went up and flipped his styleI haven't really heard a mac like this in a while"Bullshit! Still broke and I still fake the smilego ahead and download my dick to a fileYo, you heard Slug sing his songs about womenLike he must be a weak link, I know I can ***** with em'For those who wanna ride, come on, climb aboardI'ma be an ***** for as long as I'm exhortedYou either call my bluff or turn the volume upAnd make noise for the women that swallow stuffAnd put your hands up if you feel the musicCause all that matters is "The Bass and the Movement"[Sample]I have a friend here who needs to put the brakes on. He's getting old.And if he could put the brakes on time, he'd be coo'The brakes...the brakes...the brakes...the brakes...[Slug]Step, step, step, step, step, step offYou know you gotta get lost because you know your softHuh huh step, step, step, step, step, stepped onIs all you gunna get when you try to test the SeanYou need to park that ***** and get a starter kitYou might as well hire me to come write your shitAt least then nobody'll know who you bitIt won't hurt so much when they don't like your shitSilly buddy in a puddle of beerQuit steppin' in my cum and get your gum out your ear"I heard your new song son, yo this your year"Why don't you run along and tell your girl to bring it hereYou got no balance, combined with no talentDisgraceful, you can catch a face full of phalliceColor me callused on a retribution tangentHow'd the love die!? How'd the hell you lose the magic?These cats is lazy, layin' down on the jobI call Musab, this whole playground'll get robbedThose your props? Gimme that.Your girl? Gimme that.A three pack of Jimmy hatsI show you who the skinny mackYou can keep the change. Hit me back when you're stableIf she give good brains she can play with the halo"Don't worry you're in good hands, I'm a good man.Misunderstood? Nah, just sick of the program."I only speak to put(?) ammonia in the bleachAn orphanage, I'm here to get a portion of the pieceSo play the leach: Suck me dryDot your "T's", cross your eyesAnd blow me counterclockwiseSo either call my bluff, or turn the volume upAnd make noise for the women that swallow stuffAnd put your hands up if you feel the musicCause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"I'll keep this brief, I just wanna say peaceAnd be quiet if you love the policeNow put your hands up if you feel the musicCause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"So either call my bluff, or turn the volume upAnd make noise for the women that swallow stuffAnd put your hands up if you feel the musicCause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"From the top of Fiji, to the bottom of Christina RicciBig ups if you bought my CDNow put your hands up if you feel the musicCause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"
