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Atmosphere

Genres: Hip-Hop

Holy Schnikes Lyrics - Atmosphere

i throw down with mystical precision and statistical division 

its my mission to kill the emissions let off by your egotistical visions 

what youve found is the sound of the Puget Sound underground 

give me three rounds, ill pound you and your crew crew into the ground 

 

what you call "hot shit" ill turn into goo goo 

youll be lookin for glue to fix you and your foo crew 

dont need caribou lou to get my ass cuckoo 

just need inspiration to give your crew a boo-boo 

 

some fools like to spit about their babes, their dates 

but all i need is my mates, single is one of my traits 

i wont sit and wait, ill sedate my fate and turn it into great 

ill give you the bait, you just better take it before its too late 

 

i support wangster prevention, send those fakes to detention 

dont even mention the haters, im on a different dimension 

its my intention to be wrenchin the attention from you to me 

ascension to the top, king of the seven seas 

 

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man, dont talk about how your a veteran in this game 

damn right im a rook, but im also lyrically insane 

all i need is your name, then ill put it to shame, 

and take you and your weak crew out of the frame 

 

game. you have it or you lack it, its a fact 

and to be exact you just got verbally sack-tapped 

and verbally capped, and verbally overlapped 

i rapped to extract the fact that your flow is whacked 

 

i come from the nest of the best, the north side of the west 

if i get stressed or messed by pests who wanna test 

i will not rest, the industry throws punches in bunches 

but ill take it as fruit punch and drink it up with my lunches 

 

you may have hunches that this rappers a criminal 

but your damn wron, i like to keep my profile minimal 

if your really gonna put that spotlight on me 

then do it on the stage and not on the streets 

 

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i adapt to the environment, so while some reach retirement 

ill keep doin what i do to reach the new days requirements 

help yourself, put that record back on the shelf 

all they talk about is wealth, i like to roll with a little more stealth in my step 

 

but yep yep if you wanna step i aint scared to rep my city 

cuz compared to my city yours is itty-bitty and your roots are kinda shitty 

first came diddy, then came fitty, then came the white boy whose pretty witty 

i dont pity the rappers that ignore the nitty-gritty 

your like a hopeless kitty faced against my one-man committee 

 

(you better get a shovel ready RIGHT NOW) 

 

to pick up the remains when i squeeze your brain 

and my lyrics run you over like a steamrolling train 

i spit acid rain, its bound to get in your veins and burn holes in your whitey-tidey hanes 

 

yo, when you fools skipped class i got an education 

see, now you work a gas station and im primed to rock the nation 

i rise to the occasion, and with each new creation arises yet more elation 

and complexity to the equation 

 

i quietly paid my dues while my peers sipped on booze 

i had to choose between that and sippin on mountain dews 

so i took that green stuff and i chugged ten of em 

and at a drunk party i was sicker than ninety percent of em 

 

i dont aspire to retire with millions of buyers, 

its already been established that my flow is on fire 

lets go rap battle on a telephone wire 

i will continue to fly higher and defy the liars, 

 

i dont need a record label or my face on cable 

to enable my position at the head of the table 

the steed's out of the stable, and im here to stay 

until your hair turns gray and your straight turns gay 

 

give me a beat, take a seat, feel the heat and tap your feet 

i farm in the underground and the mic is my wheat 

give me a pen and a sheet and ill cook up a treat 

you cannot defeat skewered, the game's new elite 

 

i bet it scares you when i triple-dog dare you to bear your teeth 

and you get buried beneath a sheet of disbelief and grief 

cuz on the stage im a theif, i dont care what heppens, it gets hectic 

my opponents feel the pressure, the weak ones turn dyslexic 

 

hate it or love it the undergrounds on top 

cuz mainstream seems to flip-flop between bullshit and hip-hop 

will it ever stop? well it doesnt matter, im here 

and for opponent MCs, believe the end is near 

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