Threemosphere

>>THREE!<br>>>We might hurt somebody..<br>>>No!<br>>>Don`t do that...<br>>>No! No!<br><br>[Verse 1]<br>No! Don`t do that, they don`t deserve that<br>Look at `em, they couldn`t handle it, they nerves would collapse<br>Bag `em up, sift `em up, skinny boy lick the cut<br>No excuses needed, this ones wack, that one sucks<br>Don`t even front like you`ve got close to balls in size<br>Your egos been planted, personafulsified<br>Everybody wanna score, aiming at an all time high<br>Shooting at the stars, tryna make `em fall out the sky<br>The grey matter, waverunner, screamin` thoughts of anger at the world<br>From beneath this rock I stay under<br>Tonight`s rain and thunder,<br>was brought to you in part by that same fuck that put the fear of the <br>Atmos. in your heart, now<br>Guess what I`m standin` (where?!), over the head<br>If you put a hand up you can fondle everything I said<br>And if I lose my patience, somebody`s losin` they limbs<br>And getting left in this basement with the rest of these gimps<br><br>[Chorus] <br>Atmosphere, don`t front like you cant hear (4x)<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>Go touch yo`self, and keep yo` dick from under your belt<br>Who the fuck you think HOLDS and CONTROLS over what you felt<br>You need way too much help, take a seat on the bench<br>Gonna teach you how to make sense, while i make my rent<br>If you can reach the fence, without kickin` a landmine<br>You get a piece of my mind, and the number to my fanline<br>No wonder your WACK, most of mankind is WACK<br>Can`t nobody read that sign that says "there aint no turnin` back"<br>Step in the AT, you better be prepared to have a hobby to do<br>For when we through with your career submit a copy of them papers that<br>you think gave you the right to even come within a 100 yards of this mic<br>But here I am, breathe deep, count to ten<br>Keep the beat, locate the loose screws so I can pound it in<br>It`s all SPREAD love, GET love, city to city<br>I aint mad at none a y`all, cuz can`t none a y`all can fuck wit me!<br><br>[Chorus] (4x)<br><br>>>Keep goin on to..on on on to..MINNEAPOLIS!!!<br><br>[Verse 3]<br>I`m on the Poverty Tour, wit Jay Bird, my man<br>Gettin` every wall sole across this desolate land<br>Estimates and expectations, get woken and cornered<br>Tryna strangle the stupidity, and choke its supporters<br>From this day forward, I`ll be the voice that you wait for,<br>the one that you paid for, or the one that you hate more<br>Whether you drive a Ford, a tugboat or a skateboard<br>Put my tape on, open up, n face forward<br>Cuz` when we land, anywhere near the mic stand<br>It can reason with the meaning of your lifespan<br>Motivation you`ve been waiting for to make a tight plan<br>Got you like I think that I can, yes I think that I can!<br>Well go ahead, take a sip, introduce us to yourself<br>Place us on your list of influences, ima live forever, <br>fuck bein` rich for seven years <br>>>Hello, I`m Slug and my crew is called....<br><br>[Chorus] (2x)<br><br>>>Three!