Atmosphere Edie Brikell Lyrics

Edie Brikell Lyrics

I feel that most of you soliders are flimsy

How the hell did you get over as an emcee?

Now the dialouge injectors they simply

And I respect those that hold it against me

Pay dues and make rules to break rules

Stayed cool amongst tools and fake fools gave jewels to use

From cradle to grade school to the grave

And still wade through these pools of I love you and I hate you



And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin 

Nothin can fuck with the way it goes around (x2)



First off focus, figure out why you wrote it

What’s the motvie? 

What you use to grow it?

Where you tryin to go with it?

Do the people want it?

Do they need it? Or maybe they would rather that you keep it

Is the party now popin? Or at least a couple of heads noddin?

Does the pass or fail depend on wether or not a check’s gotten?

Is it the laughter, the love, the hope? 

Is it the aspiration to make other rappers think ya dope? 

Is it the fans, the adoration of devils and angels?

The hunger, you want more than left over egg rolls?

Shit, I made a video I ain’t even got cable

So if you ain’t down with what we doin you better lay low

My future’s made of Play-Dough, past is made of stone

Virgo playboy Slug is dumb building a home

And it lead me to belive the 3D that I breathe, 

Through the TV and the CD be the need to grit the teeth

A twenty-something wasteland 

Here comes the out of place spaceman

Spread the wingspan 

Starin at the ocean

Like it was a woman

Hopin that she’ll let me run my toes through her pink sand



And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin 

Nothin can fuck with the way it goes around (x2)



Now here I sit in this cellar

Writing my interpretations of Helter Skelter

It goes one part hustler

Two parts good guy

Sounds like it should but this shit doesn’t look right

Took my hook and pierced ya skin

So now when I say jump you say when

When I say now all ya’ll say where

When I say Atmos you say phere

You know me but just the me

I let you see the me you need

So you can set yourself free

You’ll have to fuck Slug up to shut Slug up

But for now baby please close your mouth and lift your butt up



And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin 

Nothin can fuck with the way it goes around (x2)



I used to play the back of the club in study mode

Placin bets on who would leave the set with a bloody nose 

Head shots used to talk a lot of shit

Used to walk a lot of shit

The pre-trial of accomplishment

Before I knew that this network existed

Just another pair of baggy pants sweatshirted misfit

The piolt sticker bombs spell it right 

S-L-U-G don’t get it wrong that shit’s my life

And I’m thankful for the angle the lessons learned

I’m happy as hell for how the carosuel turned

Smilin at the angel that stole my sperm

Cause now maybe the legend can out live the germ



And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin 

Nothin can fuck with the way it goes around (x2)