"Heart" lyrics - ATMOSPHERE

[6x:]
If you respect yourself

Do you?
Now it started off rather basic
Just some small scale dabbling confined to the basement
Never knew I'd grow into this full time user
Never figured that I was a winner or a loser
Only did the due to have fun
And only got with the crew because it seemed natural to have one
Captured the life in the form of a gripper around the mic
Hold it right, like a love, hold it tight the plight
Fortifies my existence
Reinforces my position
In this course that I'm stickin to my path
Now I can see it all laid out in my past
While trying to catch what's it's about
And my last breath pulled the toxins in
And I bet debt's about to box me in
But before this bitch comes to get some
I'ma do my job on this M.I.C. and feed you a thick one.

[3x:]
You can have all the heart in the world
Doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya
I'm getting older and I'm knowing better

Let her, piss rapper step ta
This cap to get up off your head kid
I'll bitch smack you, have this?

Now, I'm about to put a Slug in show business
And if everything goes right I'm leaving no witness
I hold this inside the chest so big it hardly fits
It trips between the truth and the party shits
Quick, to lace a track with substance
All the young guns that's really listening at the functions
See, you can love it or leave it,
Fuck it or keep it,
Either way I'll be here
Trudging through the deep shit
I've done well over one-hundred cuts
And gotten the feed back of love
From some of the ones I've touched and thus
I'm not quitin, never stop rippin,
You gatta be kiddin,
Shit we's on a mission,
Is it possible, the mics got my soul?
I'll make 'em all say hoe
And Rhymesayers rock show, let 'em know
That it's more than a career goal,
Cut that zero and let the hero in your ear hole, yo.

[3x:]
You can have all the heart in the world
Doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya
I'm getting older and I'm knowing better

Let her, piss rapper step ta
This cap to get up off your head kid
I'll bitch smack you, half these MCs

Please, excuse the Q's and P's
But I grew up on the B.D.P.E.P.M.D. Run DMC's
I don't believe you should hold the mic,
And I rolled up with a bus full of friends that think alike,
I'm havin' a hard time trying to keep it simple,
Just for the fuckers that don't seem to read between the ripples
It's all nipples and clits in this rap shit,
Catch you lickin' if you lay back passive bastard,
It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all
Art imitates life and most of it is whack y'all,
You gotta learn how to read the info the individual provides,
They probably won't dig me till I've died.

Die [6x]
Dead
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