Atmosphere Shotgun Lyrics

To All My Friends, Blood Makes the Blade Holy: The Atmosphere EPs Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Until the Nipple's Gone
  • 2 The Major Leagues
  • 3 Scalp
  • 4 The Best Day
  • 5 Americareful
  • 6 Hope
  • 7 The Loser Wins
  • 8 Shotgun
  • 9 Commodities
  • 10 The Number None
  • 11 Freefallin'
  • 12 To All My Friends
  • [Slug]
    You motherfuckers ain't on my shelf
    I should jump back and try to french kiss myself
    The boy fell in the well and lived to tell
    Put my voice in the mix, make the winter melt
    I'm the best thing since a fresh loaf of sliced bread
    Sitting on the bed between a pair of nice legs
    I'm sex, white flag, ice bag, wipe rag
    I'm twice the mess but a fraction of the price tag
    Back stage in a rat cage
    But when I bend these bars, everybody get to gas face
    They said it was dead, in that case
    I'ma get revenge, I'ma make rap pay
    Now run and tell the sun I'm turning up the light
    I might arrive on the plane, train, bus or bike
    You can fuss and fight, but it's just despite
    Cause it functions right when I cup this mic
    No feedback, ease back, let the beat crack
    But Uncle Sam said he wanna see tax
    Make the beeswax, no relax
    Run around the map and leave tracks
    You can call me Sean like nothing's wrong
    I'm the early dawn, I'm the dirty bum
    My thoughts get drawn on a JumboTron
    If your jaw don't drop you can hum along, come on!

    [Chorus: 2X]
    Shotgun, the raw one
    We the hot sauce on y'alls tongue
    We don't stop till it's all done
    So turn it up till the cops come

    [Slug]
    You get lost in how awesome I is
    You watching like you bought stock in my biz
    You caught that sickness sitting on shit
    You'd be better off frying up some littler fish
    I'm a big catch, whoo! Sweet Jesus
    Walk on the trash, keep clean as a fetus
    Rip the beef into child size pieces
    You talk cheap, now you need to get your teeth fixed
    I don't recognize you or your toy crew
    Go ahead, step aside now, let my noise through
    Grew and spread like Kudzu
    Didn't need a gun to put a +Slug+ in your guts
    Move over chauffeur, I roll the coaster
    I got older and badder and bolder
    Who's the host with the monster?
    Birds fly to Minnesota just to land on my shoulders
    No pressure, it don't get desperate
    No special effects, just sweat and spit
    So fresh, still make it seem effortless
    Breath smell like breast milk and peppermint
    Got put on a permanent good foot
    Huh, got more flavor than a cookbook
    So take a look at what you couldn't have took
    If I forgot anything, we'll just put it on the hook, c'mon

    [Chorus: 2X]

    [Slug]
    You ain't gon' be shit
    I'm the best kept secret
    Anyone can see it
    If I say it loud enough, maybe you'll believe it

    [Chorus]
    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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