Atmosphere The Major Leagues 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]
    He started running down the middle of the street
    Bare feet, looking like he needs a little to eat
    Broad daylight, the school kids are laughing at him
    It doesn't matter, he's battling a traffic jam
    A Pacman tryna come up a quarter
    Joystick, put your score in the corner
    Running from the ghosts till you get that pill
    Gotta hit the wall when you wanna stand still
    He's used to sell crack, years back
    I remember it was him and his weird fat cousin
    The last ones that you would've guessed at it
    Soundtrack was "Black Planet" and "Sex Packets"
    A long time ago in a hood
    that is still relatively close as the crow flies
    No time to grieve or bleed
    Tryna find a way to fulfill those needs

    [Chorus: 2X]
    Such temptation, what's the basis?
    Cutthroat rages, tuck the razor
    Stuck in a phase of must get paid here
    Blood rush, raised up to the majors

    [Slug]
    I was living at my dad's crib
    still a kid, when my best friend began to drift
    So I guess I was a lame
    cause I wasn't with the game, motherfuck cocaine
    Yeah I know you didn't want to be broke
    It's a common excuse for those that sold dope
    If your momma had knew, I know she'd throw blows
    Y'all moved here from Chicago to grow
    You got a tool up inside of your coat
    And you got no clue why you decided to smoke
    I never even said goodbye to the bloke
    I would see him around but never try to provoke
    But here we are two decades later
    I'm curious to see what the kingpin's days made of
    You never got to be Scarface
    Caught between a rock and a hard place
    Maybe he got something to say to me
    I have to patiently wait and see
    Hoping that heaven has a vacancy for dope fiends
    Cause I know he never made it to the major leagues

    [Chorus: 2X]
    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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