Atmosphere - Lifter Puller (Seven Travels Instrumental LP)
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- Опубліковано 23 сер 2024
- Studio album by: Atmosphere
Album: Seven's Travels (Instrumentals)
Released: 26 August 2003
Genre: Hip hop
Label: Rhymesayers
Producer: Ant
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The sun beamin
He was a teen, lost inside his dreams he couldn't let go
Everything he did was always stressful
To his family members, he didn't have any effort
Too unhappily centered, but hes actually clever
Never had any better, so he writes poetic letters in his room
Masking all the things he's ever knew behind his doom
he never understood the gratitude inside himself
Never really used his head to guide him to the help
That he needed,hes always running from his feelins like he's gunnin through his re
everyone on this page throwing down some straight up ill raps much props slug would be proud
you dont know me and you never will
im closed in between these 4 wall
punchin the door until the wood work falls off
im goin off like your favorite show with a minute left
kickin' these rhymes that are deaf, make your heart pump out its chest
sayin mahogany can you do a rhyme with me
i dont know why but today im feelin' kinda cocky
this ant beat made my day took the pain away
so i wrote some bars, this shit light like the fade-away
that kobe shot in the last 5 seconds
took the game today
-sleep
Dramatic justice is the punch line for sinners,
Starstruck like a deer caught in the lights of a toe truck,
Two ton mannerisms backed luck and etiquette ,
Unfortunately for him he didn't bring enough sedatives,
Petty grips and gutter snipes Wesley threw the dog a bone so he could take flight,
Do what's right ,
Just lacks the discipline to lay down or sit tight
In fact damn rights i love the life i live,
grabbin shots by the bib and still sipin like a lil kid,
all my faults and fears are apart of that sideshow,
when you hear that holler, its the bottom that his belt tows,
ballers graspin in the afterlife of pre-meditated death,
if they could've checked, before they stepped,
watch what you lose in the salt....
backin up, to the wall , losers crawl,
slower than goliath when he fell,
to heavy to haul, my giant noggin is all,
i have, but a peice i cant
who are you to judge the life i live?
i've been slammin' minds like yours closed burnin' bridges and doors
i fore-closed your opinion before the fact
legal english forthright no polite sense of tact
despite your best efforts i'm a free mind with time
ya shoulda watched what ya said before to me you were demised
i despise that you've retracted and subtracted like an addict
you don't need money cure stupidity with prophylactics
you don't know me but you love me sounds a little cynical
typical like this relationship abusive individual
always getting physical can't hold hands when your fists are full
of anger level at critical mad man egotistical
like political with the shit they pull it's your fault not mine
reach into the vault and find justification for the lines
that they spoke smoked and snort down the throat like it was a sport
retort your statements before you made em sporting pavement