Atmosphere Flesh Lyrics

Flesh Lyrics

[scratched]



"Get off the mic and get off the coke!"



"On the count of three"



"1...2..."



"one for the cuervo, two for line"



"Get off the mic and get off the coke!"



"Get off the coke!"







[Chorus: Slug]



We came here to slit your throat



You came here to sniff some coke



Kid don't fall like all the rest



Cuts through soul and cuts through flesh







[Slug]



When they started to scream



I thought I might, geez, singin



"Everything good ain't as good as it seems"



Get ripped like flesh, you got kitten's pride



I'll make a mess on your set and your dress



Handle my business, or handle your princess



When I was younger, was no different



It's all effort, taste the sweat



Screamin at the earth, cause she don't hate me yet



Slug HAS to give a fuck, I know better



MAN, I'm just a rapper on luck



Still stuck in the same mind state I grew up



Still paranoid, still waitin to duck, What



Tryin not to get caught in the plague



Got a lot to say before your dumb ass walks away



Load up one verse, let it boom



Like a gunburst and left your head sun burnt







[I Self Devine]



Can I... run up in your settlement



Should I... bring wash like the government



The flow is dangerous as unguarded children



Runnin the streets in a project buildin'



So desensitized, got no feelings



Numb to the world, 6'4, with the 5 foot ceilings



The math is inaccurate, broken dialect, English ambassadors



Henesey fifth to the lips and the blunt of this



Weed call, great food, seutures, we feelin it



I be porno whipped, house looking show ownership



When we know he just a worker



Makin five fifty somethin, barely controlling shit



Keep frontin, I'ma hurt ya



Now your face getting scraped by asphalt



Off a somersault, flesh wound



Bring in a bag of salt







[cut sample]







[Musab]



Surprise y'all, come to bed



My nut stains look like wet Wonderbread



White and thick, I don't ever bite my lip



Give a damn if you like my shit



The box is full of foxes



Standin topless, lickin the splotches



Here kid, want to sniff some coke?



Rhymesayers Entertainment, we ship the dope



Your dick's short and funny like Piscopo



Give it up, man, how you gonna stick the dough



Pay me anyway, and you can have that tramp



I can get another lady any day



They gonna ban my shit like Joe Camel



Come off like a sandal, spittin the flow ammo



Believe it, get a pack of Whitecastle Cheesesticks



And PEEP the remix







[Aesop Rock]



Smart for the whips, fiddle frame parchment



March for the clique, Jughead motor like a mineark on the power cables



Chewing through the ??? My slang letter dopeman pretty



No free pony rides, no basket of kittens



No Playdoh fun bags to reep for Christening



Little courts rainbows, Pegasus and Wizards



Just me shoving caine in the gash in your throat with the premise



Middle of New York with a sack full of action



Cash with the school kids toke crack with magnums



Def Jukie, jet black, black lungs, black hoodie



Both crushin with a musket pressed to the musk of the budget



And I'm a must of the crunk shit



YOU GET DOWN



You don't know the meaning of dope anyhow



You probably think I'm a joke by now



But we got more clay and more coke then y'all







[Chorus] - repeat 2X







[scratch samples]



"Good God!"



"Oh my God"



"God, God"



"God Damn!"



"God helped me change" - Slug of Atmosphere



"Pray to God that you could be like us" - Grandmaster Flash



"God damn...damn" - Run DMC



"Oh my"



"Lord!"



"CUT!" - James Brown



"God Knows!"



"GOD GOD GOD"



"Oh Lord"



"Dear God" - Snoop Dogg



"and damn it"



"God Damn!"



"Good Lord"







[over beatbox, Girl from Atmosphere Promos]



and never forget...



God loves your ugly ass



Don't ever fucking question that