7th Street Entry

Atmosphere

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    [Slug:]
    Now see, maybe if your tag was dope
    I'd actually lend a little credibility to your statements
    But honestly, your penmanship's fucked
    The way I see it, someone should at least slap you for even holding a marker

    I hope the kid who wrote my name in the entry bathroom
    Has the nuts and time for us to sit and chat soon
    So I can ask 'em "Why the fuck am I on your mind bitch? "
    You could've signed it, but stayed silent cause you're spineless
    If you was a man, you'd come at me on the mic level
    But you're light yellow just like the walls on which you write fellow
    When I first viewed it, I'll admit it had me quite pissed
    But now I've accepted it, in fact I kind of like this
    I really wish I knew your identity
    Probably not even an emcee, just another who pretends to be
    Or maybe the jealousy of one who's baby-baby has eyes for me
    It's nineteen-ninety-sev', nothing surprises me
    Envy can make a motherfucker immature
    So can boredom, a buzz or the curse of being insecure
    C'mon now, some little trick with a marker and a chip
    On his shoulder don't mean shit, I want the world in my grip
    I bet your girl's on my dick, she digs the skills
    She's a bigger head than you, so give me head and head for the hills
    Little bitch, donkey dick sucking ass-fuck
    Glue sniffing, half a testicle base head selling plasma
    Publicity, good or bad, the same to an emcee
    I think I found your limits to fame over on Seventh Street
    I dedicate my name to those who view me as an enemy
    And I'm a mark the planet for every mark in the entry

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    Entry, enter me
    What's funny about the whole shit
    Is that like two, maybe three years from now
    You little cockroaches that talk shit about me and my crew
    Are gonna be thanking us for kicking down the door
    And putting this shit on the globe
    Britches, y'all wanna burn bridges?
    Just remember in the back of your bitch mind that I'm partially responsible
    For anyone tryna hear your wack ass to begin with
    And to that child who writes about me in the Seventh Street bathroom
    Thanks for buying our tapes, you can size me up
    And I hope your first born never learns how to read
    Sincerely Slug, Atmosphere
    A subdivision of Rhymesayers Entertainment motherfucker

    Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that
    (Eventually, suddenly) Size me up
    Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that
    (Eventually, suddenly) Size me up
    Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that
    (Eventually, suddenly) Size me up
    Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that
    (Eventually, suddenly)
    (Eventually, you will suddenly see
    A fist to your jaw, a clap in that ass)

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