"Multiples" lyrics - ATMOSPHERE

"Right now, we gonna get together and give you a tune
That we had a lot of requests for..."

I never gave props to emcees who don't deserve it
Never smoked rocks, never had guts to serve it
Never had a glock, never seemed to be worth it
Never had I thought life was gonna be perfect

Never hit the chicks unless I have a jimmy hat
Never leave the crib unless I have my shit intact
Never do I say a rhyme unless the beat is fat
Best believe that, never will the Spawn come wack

Never went to court, never had to serve trial
Never went to jail, had no records on file
Never disrespect, never treat my friends wild
'Cause I never had real friends till now

So this goes to those, who be supporting at the shows
And this goes to those, who's always working on they flows
And this goes to those, who use music intake to escape
Findin' love and happiness inside a mixtape

And this goes to those, whose criticism is constructive
And this goes to those, who lyrically we just can't fuck with
And this goes to those, whose love is so strong you can shut your eyes
And see them when you listenin' to they songs

This goes to those, who eat and sleep with turntables
This goes to those, who say, "Fuck the major labels."
And this goes to those, who's unsigned and dead broke
Can still make a name before they even make a demo

This goes to those, who keep the freight trains lit up
And this goes to those, who roam the night just to get up
And this goes to those, who tag and paint walls with aerosol
Lost city from Minneapolis to St. Paul

This goes to those, who flip the b-boy acrobatics
And this goes to those, who put the ball in the baskets
This goes to those, a few who listen to the lyrics
'Cause this flow's for those who can dig the Atmosphere shit

It's like that shit, it's like this shit
True heads are the real music critics
Was always better with flows then I was with shoulder rolls
But no matter where you live my man the love is multiple

It's like that shit, it's like this shit
True heads are the real music critics
Was always better with flows then I was with shoulder rolls
But no matter where you live my man the love is multiple

Anxiety, that's my new drug of choice
Society, where you go when you lose your voice
Rivalry, stems from the shit you man's selling me
Don't lie to me I know the real definition is jealousy

Observation, that's my tactic to complain
Conversation, distract you while I pick your brain
Atmosphere, up there lyrical unit
That leaves the average emcee confused like a eunuch

Nonetheless, that's how I often change the subject
Second guess, that's what they all do to Slug's shit
Ironic, most kids pale in comparison
The mind phonics, so comes the hail of some embarrassment

Roller coaster, a metaphor for my delivery
Overdose, results of having battle tendencies
Activated, every time it's my turn to rip
The masturbated means that you finally came to grip

So reality must mean, guns, bitches and weed
'Cause salary is what comes from, guns, bitches and weed
Integrity, means you're in pain 'cause you're in love
Collectively means that none of y'all could fuck with Slug

It's like that, never the wack, an actual fact
It's like act transglobal and local so hold me back
It's like damn ageless, tenseness, wandering
It's a struggle, between what you can give and what you want to

It's like that shit, it's like this shit
True heads are the real music critics
Was always better with flows then I was with shoulder rolls
But no matter where you live my man the love is multiple

It's like that shit, it's like this shit
True heads are the real music critics
Was always better with flows then I was with shoulder rolls
But no matter where you live my man the love is multiple

"Right now"
"Right now"
"Right now"
"Right now"