Atmosphere Arrival (the Baby Farmer) Lyrics

Arrival (the Baby Farmer) Lyrics

[Slug]

[whispered]

"I'm not really supposed to talk about
this.....but..."



With the excitment of a new born

Came to
join the main event and fight against the luke warm

With nothing but they
word and they history

Take a can of paint and try to decorate they
dignity

It's not what they anticipate

But, fuck, it doesn't matter.
Put your fists up and instigate

And they can't save the planet

Or
the children of the bandits

Or themselves god damn it

I'm just a
man that loved rap

So much in fact

I put every piece of myself
inside these fucking cracks

What is that, you whisper something from the
back?

You think your personal attacks

Make up for what you
lack?

I'm just a cat searching for a clean lap

To crash in a world
hurting, waiting for they turn to take a nap

Sorting through bills, fan
mail and life threats

Wonderin why the postman ain't delivered my wife
yet

They call me Sean, this is Anthony

No need to act hard cause we
got extended family

So I smile while I try to use my words wise

Say
what I meant just in case this is your first time

Via child of the wings
tired

Smilin' like a couple of fools that the queen hired

Can't
wait for the vibrate to thicken

So we can watch the world tip side.
WAIT!

Even the deads gettin live

It's a little deeper, you can
float, come on baby dive!

To fall in love with this bitch

From the
petals on her flowers to the pimples on her tits

Fuck the insults. And
fuck the compliments

Just wanna see the mommy free the honesty and the
common sense

Stop followin the win that you swallow

Cause it's too
simple to aim for a target sittin on a fence

We do it for the candle in
the sky

Here's a toast to those who can't handle their high

You and
I, we can swim into the tide

And watch these other children lose they
mind

(I'm growing tired!)

And they landed safe and sound

Better try to take 'em out before they make their saviors proud

So fix
your beef, quit actin' like a sheep

Either spit your speak or sit there
and git your teeth

To spread the info to the kin folk

Fuckin with
the climate on the inside of the windows

They're here, the baby farmers
gonna take it farther

Make a mark and break apart your fake martyrs

Plans act firm (?), let the planet burn

Understand the terms, you don't
wanna open up this can of worms

I'm tryin to keep the prize on the
eyeball

But people wanna see you fly all to watch the sky fall

Who's to blame for your lack of conviction

I wasn't drafted, I asked
for the mission

Put your name on the list at the bottom on an empty
line

And hope in plain sight what ever gave you the right to question
mine?

The night prowler, gonna crawl past all the rap politics

You
can put that on your last dollar

Wake up, it's bigger than a paste of

There's the door, get the money, go wash off your make-up



[Muffled]

And they don't need to love it

If you don't wanna give
it, keep it

Doesn't really mean nothin'

Come and beat it 'til it
stops breathin'

No need to even try to reason

When they not
leavin'