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    ATMOSPHERE

    Headshots: SE7EN 2005 ©

    I Wish Those Cats @ Fobia Would Give Me Some Free Shoes

    Tomorrow's forecast: flurries motherfucker!

    (..Snowman in full effect)
    Snowman in full effect so play the odds out 'till April
    The tapes will grow so we can buy posters and staples
    I bet that kid Slug will bust flows, if you ask nice
    It's Friday night, point me to the party wanna grab mics
    Used to get queezy when it was time to rock that B.B.
    But nowadays I'm just trying to get Musab away from the TV
    Cause I can't fuck with the Zenith, I rather criticize Tuesdays releases
    with the elitists at the fetus
    Yet, another factory film is what we present
    Surrounding, bitch needed a ballpoint, no grievance
    Let's all point our fingers towards the path we venture
    Minneapolis natives taken the rap of winter bad contender
    Let me catch a lukewarm triple mocha to reach the speed
    of the ?cat? that scratched on my sofa
    And in the green room is emcees and in the kitchen is dirty dishes
    And my position: blurry vision

    And I'm livin' in a section where heads is frozen stiff
    And these skinny powdered sniffin' kids is posin' talkin' shit
    Since the first time I met you backstage in the name room
    I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room
    I drive for a living, but I take the bus to work
    Auditioned for the role of Jesus, got the part of "Jerk"
    Armed with a walkman and a fake grin and a basement mindstate when I--


    Simply took a left at Nicollet
    Sucking on a cigarette did some pinch hits before I left
    And now the nicotine is liftin' it
    Choke at the last drag and flick remains at the gutter
    Flip up the hood just to keep the brains covered
    I'm trying to grow a mountain out of a foothill
    I see people rockin' my t-shirt, and I'm still shopping at Goodwill
    In a struggle, in a warzone, grew some extra personality
    Now I won't have to flee or fight alone
    The microphone: that's my weapon and I'm on a quest for Heaven
    Or rent me some comprehension
    It's busy as fuck, just gimme a three hour lead (Hour lead)
    So I can reflect maybe rent a flick and re-learn how to read
    The weed turn out the sleeves and found a bunch of tricks
    and used a cleaver to relieve all these unnecessary limbs
    Misplaced the gems and jewels I meant to give you
    To lift you, and lost my mind inside the issue

    And now I live it in a section where heads is frozen stiff
    And these skinny powdered sniffin' kids is posin' talkin' shit
    Since the first time I met you backstage in the name room
    I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room
    I drive for a living, but I take the bus to work
    Auditioned for the roll of Jesus, got the part of "Jerk"
    Armed with a walkman and a fake grin and a basement mindstate when I think--


    Now, I got spies positioned at various chivos around the city
    Lots of people that's down with me cause the evils out to get me
    It's easy to decipher who can taste me
    A lot of locals used to hate me, but now I think the tolerate me
    You can only hear what I feel when my eyes are shut
    Mistakes are piling up, excuses: they lining up
    I'm trying to fuck reality, but I'm impotent I can't get it up
    Cause she's a duck and her personality sucks just my luck
    I caught the wrong bus guess I'll get off at the crossroads
    And take a long lunch
    Next month when I got my head right I'mma grab a lead pipe
    And beat some life into this dead mic
    So let the tape roll and extract all the juices
    Read the hate mail in the bathroom and place wages on the losers
    In the beginning, you can't help but wanna be innovative
    But eventually the opposition leaves you jaded
    Like hell no (Hell no), I don't wish I was a baller
    I'm six foot three, there ain't no need for me to be any taller
    I just wish those cats over there at Fobia would hit me off with some free gear or somethin'
    ..Come on

    Cause I'm livin' in a section where heads is frozen stiff
    And these skinny powdered sniffin' kids is posin' talkin' shit
    Since the first time I met you backstage in the name room
    I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room
    I drive for a living but I take the bus to work
    Auditioned for the role of Jesus, got the part of "Jerk"
    Armed with a walkman and a fake grin and a basement mindstate when I
    think of how simple it could all be


    Uh, yeah, Gob said that uh, I-I can come in and pick some shit out?
    That-that's cool? Alright..

    2005 ©


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