7th Stentry Lyrics - Headshots: Se7en - Atmosphere

Now see, maybe if your tag was dope 

I'd actually lend a little credibility to your statements 

But honestly, your penmanship's fucked 

The way I see it, someone should at least slap you for even holding a marker 

I hope the kid who wrote my name in the entry bathroom 

Has the nuts and time for us to sit and chat soon 

So I can ask 'em "Why the fuck am I on your mind bitch?" 

You could've signed it, but stayed silent cause you're spineless 

If you was a man, you'd come at me on the mic level 

But you're light yellow just like the walls on which you write fellow 

When I first viewed it, I'll admit it had me quite pissed 

But now I've accepted it, in fact I kind of like this 

I really wish I knew your identity 

Probably not even an emcee, just another who pretends to be 

Or maybe the jealousy of one who's baby-baby has eyes for me 

It's nineteen-ninety-sev', nothing surprises me 

Envy can make a motherfucker immature 

So can boredom, a buzz or the curse of being insecure 

C'mon now, some little trick with a marker and a chip 

on his shoulder don't mean shit, I want the world in my grip 

I bet your girl's on my dick, she digs the skills 

She's a bigger head than you, so give me head and head for the hills 

Little bitch, donkey dick sucking ass-fuck 

Glue sniffing, half a testicle base head selling plasma 

Publicity, good or bad, the same to an emcee 

I think I found your limits to fame over on Seventh Street 

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I dedicate my name to those who view me as an enemy 

and I'ma mark the planet for every mark in the entry 

Entry, enter me 

What's funny about the whole shit 

is that like two, maybe three years from now 

You little cockroaches that talk shit about me and my crew 

are gonna be thanking us for kicking down the door 

and putting this shit on the globe 

Britches, y'all wanna burn bridges? 

Just remember in the back of your bitch mind that I'm partially responsible 

for anyone tryna hear your wack ass to begin with 

And to that child who writes about me in the Seventh Street bathroom 

Thanks for buying our tapes, you can size me up 

and I hope your first born never learns how to read 

Sincerely Slug, Atmosphere 

A subdivision of Rhymesayers Entertainment motherfucker 

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Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that 

(Eventually, suddenly) Size me up 

Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that 

(Eventually, suddenly) Size me up 

Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that 

(Eventually, suddenly) Size me up 

Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that 

(Eventually, suddenly) 

(Eventually, you will suddenly see a fist to your jaw, a clap in that ass)