Onemosphere

atmosphere... atmosphere.... atmosphere
atmosphere and maybe you don't like us
but stars of in all the the sky believe we're one of the brightest
my life is as tright as your favorite rap record
and i'm possed with that that insight enables me to laugh better
from the letter last back to the a come around my way
out of the wrapping with paper the out fucking holiday
can't never be captured they can toy shellwith my
but only after they walk on backwards my through b-boy hell
from hear on sun out the rises at noon thirty
and didn't quit pressing till f-ing the whole room heard me
the birdy soon will fly with or with out the wings
as strange as the equator, as nosy as the outscenes
let the poppers pop let the breakers break
the dj's make and the assholes and all the rappers snakes
well most graph writers are wierdos now a days
so hang i out with myself and a rafter a and belt
every chapter that i happen to skim
appears if it must of been written by me or the brothers grim
and the moral to the story comes equipped with a sting
again once i'm picked for the wrong fucking scene (fucking scene)
i'm now sleeping on floors of temporary friends
but i'm keeping the store front as clean as i can
i'm and sweeping the sky today's for revelation
and i'm needing some time and some proper ventillation
i'm a and house building for everyone to hold
and i'm filling your mouth with the keys to soulmy
and your spitting me out piece together the puzzle
you got to get it all out while to your learning how juggle
and the bricks weigh more then they led you to believe
remember never let nobody leave you to believe
september was the first time i had to breathe
so i learned to hate harvest, started at a trick up it's sleave
not fucking with the jones'es, i guess that been i jones'en so much
nothing gets noticed but the mess
and i've spoken my stress beer through and canempty
and it goes minnesota, one two minnesota, three
and atmosphere.....