Atmosphere - Watch Out Lyrics
One Little, Two Little, Three Little Indie RapHeadphones, Backpack, Watch 'em All...It Goes Watch Out!Jack The Ripper, Jack Jack The RipperPeace To Jack Tripper And Those Wellstone Bumper StickersMy Name Is Sean And I Never Had DreadlocksInstead I Got An Army Full Of Women Screaming Headshots!I Guess That Explains It, Don't ItShe Started To Make A Mark But It Came ApartThat's What You Get For Tryin' To Make Your Little Sister Eat The Kitty LitterLet's Watch A Rapper Get Bitter Like The City WinterWhat The ***** You Thinkin'!?You Frustrated Or Something? Did You Have A Bad Week?Man, You Got Issues, I Feel Sorry For YouYo, Shitting On Me Is So 2002 (*****!)Turn Your Mic Off, And Turn The Lights OffWhoever Put Your Record Out Must Have Needed Write-offsWho They Play When The Game's In A Tight Spot?Slug, You Can Find Me In The A's Of Your Ipod[chorus]Watch Out!When The Crowd Gets LoudIt Could Burn Up The Roof Or Make The Walls All Fall DownWatch Out!When You Open Up Your MouthI Can Smell That You Don't Know What You're Talking About(it Goes) Watch Out!We All Love A ClownBut We Don't Wanna See You Climb Up Out The UndergroundWatch Out!If You Don't Like The Sound***** You! I'm Just Tryin' To Put It Down For My Home TownCars Drive By With The Booming SystemI Must Be Getting Old Cause The Bass Sounds RidiculousAnd Nowadays, Every Body's Biting TupacSo ***** It, I'ma Stand Over Here And Do The MoonwalkBesides Police, I've Got No BeefJust Me, My Beliefs And My Bad TeethA Cargo Van And Some Ant BeetsEnough Rap To Slap You To Last WeekCaught Between The Vice And The AdviceDrunk, Walking Out In Traffic Just To Fly KitesTime Out, The Free-style Rhyme Out, My Last Rights***** A Classic Album, Give My Life 5 MicsAnd When The Smoke Clears, You Won't Be Able To Suck DickLike You Did As A Teenage Slut TrickAnd With A Mat On His Grill, He Asks "who The ***** Are You?"Don't Worry Man, Someday I'ma Be Nobody Too[chorus]Look, I Understand Your HateWhen I Was Younger, I Wanted To Be Ll Cool JThen He Started Making Records For The Girls And ShitSo I Ripped Up The Kangol And Threw It AwayI Stole Moves From Krs-oneA Little Big Daddy Cane And Some Dj RunAnd Then We Took Our Life And Made It A SongAnd Look, Nowadays Rhymesayers Is OnIt's The B-i-g D-a Double D-y S-e-a-nHe Hasn't Hit The Rooftop To Jump, Guess He Waitin'?For What? I Don't Know, But Who Wanna Come With Me?I Got At Least One More Tool With MeSo Criticize Me, Or Idolize MeStudy From A Distance Or Stand Right Beside MeIt Don't Matter, Just Act Like I KnowAnd Watch Your Back On The BeatOr Get Sacked At The Free-throw[chorus]
