Atmosphere Lyrics     A hip-hop trio from Minneapolis, Atmosphere comprise Slug on the mic, Ant on production, and Mr. Dibbs on the wheels. Founders of the Rhymesayers collective and label (which also includes Eyedea & Abilities and Brother Ali, among others), the group has been steadily on the grind since the mid-1990s, playing countless shows for rabid underground heads at events like Scribble Jam and Coachella. Often dubbed "emo-rap" because of Slug's heart-on-his-sleeve lyrical approach, they've been embraced by legions of kids (especially young girls) and critics alike, regularly selling out large venues in both the U.S. and abroad. Their albums include Overcast!, Lucy Ford, God Loves Ugly and Sevens Travels. In 2004, they hit radio and MTV2 paydirt with the single "Trying to Find a Balance." Download Atmosphere MP3s here Buy rare Atmosphere vinyl records, CDs and rare music albums: Atm-oz-fear Club Latino Flying God Loves Ugly Headshots:se7en    Island Rhythms Lucy Ford Overcast Seven's Travels    Soulful Ballads Thunderstorm Trying To Find A Balance Voyage To Uranus

Atmosphere Song Lyric: God Loves Ugly i wear my scars like the rings on a pimp i live life like the captain of a sinking ship the one thing that i can guarantee i'm like a stepping razor, i suggest you stay fair with me been payin dues for a decade plus, before that i was just another face on the bus tappin my foot, to the beat on the radio dreamin 'bout the mic and the money and the ladies oh mom, i promise im gonna be large someday im gonna stop tryin to borrow your car gonna go far, with charisma and skill until they put my face on a million dollar bill atmosphere, its just a ten letter word discretion is the name of my cement-feathered bird and if you didnt hear, fuck whatevers heard i think you got the sickness i suggest you get it cured caught up in the mix, of a bottle full of fix im gonna hobble down the street 'til i reach knob creek its not that i dont like you, i just dont wanna speak you fuckin freak now keep your days out my week the world keeps a balance, through mathematics defined by whatever youve added and subtracted im pushin on the hammer, to trigger the brain embrace how i live it, god loves ugly chorus god loves ugly... once upon a time in minneapolis, yo i damn near had to steal the show i stepped on the stage, who is it? my names slug ive come to kill a couple minutes whats up with the way, that everybody gathers around each other so they can steal each others sound if its all about gettin down with the get down how long i gotta wait for these fools to sit down? appears more clear in its simplest form nobody sees tears when youre sittin in a storm abandoning the norm, and handling the harvest measuring the worth by the depth of the hardships i welcome all the hatred you can aim at my name i held on to the sacred ways of how to play the game when the soldiers started runnin short on rations i began tappin the egg, to spark the hatchin make it happen and take this captain to the gallows i keep steerin us into an area thats shallow talkin to my shadow, he advised me not to worry he said i should plant my tree and let it rise out of the fury so give me some light, a little love and some liquid im gonna creep through the night and put a plug in the spicket and when the water grows and the dam starts to overflow ill float atop the flood, holding on to my ugly chorus why scream, when you can lose yourself inside the wide-screen let life be a bowl of melted ice cream or be the deer thats caught in my high beams im rollin with the lights on, scared stiff reality is just too much to bear with paranoid, walkin around careless no wonder youre in love with your therapist go to sleep my little time bomb Get This Ringtone 1957 4:30 Am A Girl Named Hope A Song About A Friend Abusing The Rib Adjust Alive Always Coming Back Home To You Always Coming Back Home To You (Se7en's Travels) Aspiring Sociopath Bass And The Movement Between The Lines Blak Culture Blamegame Bleed Slow Body Pillow Breathing Brief Description Cats Van Bags Caved In Clay Cuando Limpia El Humo Don't Ever Fucking Question That Edie Brikell F*@K You Lucy Fashion Magazine Free Or Dead Fuck You Lucy Give Me God Loves Ugly Atmosphere lyrics page: 1 2

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