Untitled Hidden Track - ATMOSPHERE

Shit gets tense right before I hence forth

Use common sense and don’t bring your ass up north

Built a tall fence, so high you can’t see in

Tilt your defense, bitch;

you ain’t hard, you just pretend

The force is much too big, so you can never conquer

Fuck you up kiddie, and once again for the encore

I’m much more MC then you could ever fuckin' be

And you thought it was you, but I control your destiny

The A-N-T lays the track for murder,

Spawn sends the attack with words he insert, blurs the vision

Time for the decision;

thumbs up, no thumbs down

You should’a known it was us when you felt the shakin' ground

Makin' sound waves that pave ways to go

It’s not who you know, it’s what you know, so let it go

I got a lot of angles, too many for simple minds to count

Yo, you want to tango?

You made an offer, you just bounce

The last ounce of breath has now left your body

Life now past tense 'cause your rhyme skills are sloppy

You couldn’t stop me, that’s what it comes down to

You cannot rock me, be warned motha' fucka', old school

Grabbed by the shoulders

Ripped in half like the broken flyers to your show

Told you not to try to flow

Not 'cause you’re weak, it’s 'cause you don’t freak to speak

With any type of technique from deep inside

I peeped your vibe, it seems to thrive off the shit of a minute

But I’ve come to stop the cries and let my feces fossilize

And when it’s hard as a granite rock rock

It was plastic, this planet rock rock

I grab the fastest thoughts to make this planet stop stop

Understand the understated

'Cause it’s unnecessary to undermind the underestimated, underrated

Under one nation of under-achievers,

Who undercut by fuckin' under the table

Under the nose of unbelievers

With that in mind, how do you find the time to dislike me?

Bitch, give me the mic and I’ma gut you like a pisces

What’s fucked up is I don’t even know you

But we got track left to kill so I’ma show you

And you can show your whole crew

Atmosphere

I don’t care if you know me or you hate me

There’s somethin' in Minneapolis and I think it’s startin' to spread

Atmosphere

The mass of air surrounding the earth’s surface

'Ey-yo, see you on the next one, thank you for the purchase

Hey Daley, Get the fuck away from my sister you punk motherfucker

(intro) I do… I do… I do…

Hey whassup, can I kiss the bitch yet… I do…

First of all bitch, I never promised I’d be rich

So fuck you and your wishes, ya need to do the dishes

And change the damn cat litter

I thought I told you to get rid of that crazy cat last week

Yo, don’t you get sassy with me missy

Because I’ll go upside you quickly

But yo, she’s kinda sneaky when I sleep she’ll probably stick me

But it be a threat, and threats make her respond

She probably grew up watching pops beat her mom

And to the break-a-dawn

I could pop shit, talk shit, hostage to herself

Because there ain’t no where to walk;

this is the middle of hell

You’ve got no job, no diploma

Might as well kick it with me and live in Hinckley, Minnesota

She’s my trailer park chick

With the pop tarts and venison hard liquor to cop a buzz

Off the over the counter medicine

The rent is in the mail

Bitch pump the keg

Fix the antenna, act your age and spread your legs

It’s my CAS-STLE, white trash ho

And if I want to I’ll put it in your asshole

You wanna battle baby?

I’ll put a shadow over your sky

Now shut the fuck up and fix me turkey pot pie

I own the camaro and the mobile home, so where the fuck you gonna go?

Go, go

Go ahead and call your mom if ya need someone to cry to boo

I guarantee that that bitch is gonna lie to you

Fuck ya crank head, soap opera, pastries, and diet soda

Everything she’ll ever need to know she learned from Oprah

You what the hell she’s gonna do for you?

That bitch is stuck too

Get off my phone, tell her I said what up, and muthafuck you

And tell daddy if he wants some

To bring his drunk ass on

I beat that fat bastard with a cast on

Ay yo honey I’m trippin

But why you always flippin

Dress slutty everytime that we go drinkin with my buddies

Won’t be long before you carrying my puppies

Speaking of which you bleeding yet bitch?

Cause you gettin kind of chubby

Yo, where the hell’d you put my stash?

Better tell me quick fast or catch a foot in the ass

Oh no, you did not smoke all of my pot

If my remmington was out the pawn shop, you’d get shot

Stop, and put that knife back in the sink

Baby, Baby, Baby, why you fucking trying to take me to the brink?

What you think?

Quit thinking and pretending that you’re smart

Happily ever after 'til death do us part

I own the camaro and the mobile home, so where the fuck you gonna go?

I love you