The Old Style

Atmosphere

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    (feat. DJ Plain Ol' Bill)

    I swear to God if you fuckers fuck this up for the rest of us you will not get any pudding, none!

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    (Do you wanna know why?)
    The seventh of September was my date of birth
    I got to the clinic and I did the nurse
    Picked at the scab until I made it worse
    But I still spit your girlfriend's favorite verse
    At least now I know somebody notices the loud guy from Southside of Minne-hopelessness
    I try to celebrate life when I can
    Most times I do it with a mic in my hand
    Sean Daley and Anthony Davis
    Twin Cities, they act like we famous
    Still nameless in places like Vegas
    So order up a round and over tip the waitress
    Got the ladies in the place going ape-shit
    Making faces at the radio stations
    A love-hate relationship as if we're waiting for the preacher to sit down and let the choir take it
    And I'm trying to have the time of my life
    Work for my stripes and climb a few flights
    Try to keep the demons out of mind, out of sight
    But son I'm to weak to fight, you got a light?
    I stand beside every line that I write
    Wrote most my rhymes to find me a wife
    And now that my better half got me hemmed up I'm out here rapping about whatever the fuck
    It don't matter just as long as I mean everything set free in between these wings
    I could write a new joint and drop my view point
    Maybe cook up a hook and get a few coins
    A little real estate, to make us feel ok
    I need to keep faith and eat a decent meal today
    Hey, and even if these raps don't pay me I'll find a way to make the right hand pass the gravy
    So special, nice to have met you
    By this time tomorrow I'll probably already forget you
    Now gimme fifteen for the shirt
    And go tell your friends on your swim team I'm a jerk
    Set it off, it never stopped
    The only difference is now I'm eating better slop
    Look at your boy mother, employed the brothers
    Trying to make sure we all avoid the buzzards
    Every scar I wear I've earned
    Even the ones I liked to pretend I don't deserve
    But I don't question, cause God has vision
    I'm no savior, I'm just the recognants mission
    Taught ya'll to bank off tour
    So thank me now and keep my name off yours
    He's got the pony tail, I've got the rabbit ears
    He's fly, I'm fly that's why they call us

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