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Artist:Atmosphere  Album:Overcast! 

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"Have you heard it? Sing along with it. If you didn't hear it, you're gonna hear it right now.") Bam, the door way opened for me I saw ways and told the story Raw day dreams of holding glory Junior high, hall way kings Locker taggin' MCs Beat boxin', breakin' Zulu Nation wanna-bes It didn't take long to see who'd stay strong High school came upon Some B-Boys put their gang bangs on But some kept on doing Step on to ruin Others that were pursuing the same shit we thought we ruled in But what a surprise The passion for being the best Puts the quest for allies to rest Dead in the Midwest where heads Is just a handful In a land of gangstas Players, replacements, pricks, banjos We scramble To break MCs that may appreciate it Guided by the envy, insecurity and the hatred Separated by the "gimmie props" technique And a desire to be the tops this week I gotta floss the speak 'Cause talk is cheap Even the broke kids can afford it That's why I stand close, and if you're dope then I'm supportive But if not We'll keep the mic warm for the next one Respect the artform And make your wishes on the stars born Within the movement Fact checking, tryin' to completely avoid all channels of back-stepping From the lines of painted the concrete that reside on Lakestreet To the way we close our eyes to sleep And drift through Deep Space 9 type shit To find this I've been around for as long as sound I've been to that not so fresh phase And to the not quite that serious state but I've evolved Metamorphed a manifest state I used to be young, dumb and full of vision Like it was religious rituals I made initial decisions I wanted to be a rapper world renowned From Minneap to the Bronx Capture girls and crowns Snap, crackle and stomp That's what I found The abyss that sits in-between the one that holds the mic And those that don't even listen Formed some crews Rocked talent shows at schools Saturdays on the 18 make my way down to the record pool I met a grip of people that was bullshit (bullshit) Was down with a lot of people that was bullshit But I pull shit from the asshole of an angel Before I let him hassle and strangle the love triangle Between me, the mic and the turntable Went to studios We want to make demos We want to do shows and rock our own instrumentals Do our own production

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