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I Wish Those Cats At Fobia Would Give Me Some Free Shoes Lyrics - Headshots: Se7en - Atmosphere

Tomorrow's forecast (flurries motherfucker) 

 

snowman in full effect so play the odds out till April 

the tapes will grow so we can by posters and staples 

i bet that kid Slug will bust flows if you ask nice 

its friday night, point me to the party wanna grab mics 

used to get queezy when it was time to rock that peevey 

but nowadays im just tryin to get musab away from the tv 

cuz i cant fuck with the Zenith i rather critize tuesdays releases 

with the elitists at the fetus 

yet another factory film is what we present 

bitch needed a ballpoint no grievance 

lets all point our fingers towards the path we venture 

minneapolis natives taken the rap of winter bad contender 

let me catch a luke warm triple mocha to reach the speed 

of the (dunno) thats crashed on my sofa 

and in the green room is MC's and in the kitchen is dirty dishes 

and my postion is blurry vision 

and im livin in a section where heads is frozen stiff 

and these skinny powerder sniffin kids is posin talkin shit 

since the first time i met you backstage in the game room 

i knew that i did not want to occupy the same room 

 

i drive for a living but i take the bus to work 

auditioned for the roll of jesus, got the part of jerk 

armed with a walkman and a fake grin and a basement mindstate when i 

 

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simply took a left at Nicollet 

sucking on a cigarette did some pinch hits before i left 

and now the nicotine is liftin it 

choke at the last drag and flick remains at the gutter 

flip up the hood just to keep the brains covered 

im trying to grow a mountain out of a foothill 

i see people rockin my tshirt but im still shopping at goodwill 

in a stuggle in a warzone grew some extra personality 

now i wont have to flee or fight alone 

the microphone thats my weapon and im on a quest for heaven 

or rent me some comprehension 

its busy as fuck just gimme a three hour lead 

so i can reflect maybe rent a flick and relearn how to read 

well we turned up the sleaves and found a bunch of tricks 

and used a cleaver to relieve all these unnecessary limbs 

misplaced the gems and jewels i meant to give you 

to lift you and lost my mind inside the issue 

 

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and im livin in a section where heads is frozen stiff 

and these skinny powerder sniffin kids is posin talkin shit 

since the first time i met you backstage in the game room 

i knew that i did not want to occupy the same room 

 

i drive for a living but i take the bus to work 

auditioned for the roll of jesus, got the part of jerk 

armed with a walkman and a fake grin and a basement mindstate when i 

 

think now i got spies positioned at varios chivos throughout the city 

lots of people thats down with me cuz the evils out to get me 

its easy to decipher who can taste me 

alot of locals used to hate me but now i think the tolerate me 

you can only hear what i feel when my eyes are shut 

mistakes are piling up excuses they lining up 

im trying to fuck reality but im impotent i cant get it up 

cuz shes a duck and her personality sucks just my luck 

i caught the wrong bus guess ill get off at the crossroads 

and take a long lunch 

next month when i got my head right im gonna grab a lead pipe 

and beat some life into this dead mic 

so let the tape roll and extract all the juices 

read the hatemail in the bathroom and place wages on the losers 

in the begining you cant help but wanna be innovative 

but eventually the oppostion leaves you jaded 

like hell no i dont wanna be a baller 

im six foot three their aint no need for me to be any taller 

i just wish those cats over there at Phobia would hit me off with some free gear or somethin... 

 

cuz im livin in a section where heads is frozen stiff 

and these skinny powerder sniffin kids is posin talkin shit 

since the first time i met you backstage in the game room 

i knew that i did not want to occupy the same room 

 

i drive for a living but i take the bus to work 

auditioned for the roll of jesus, got the part of jerk 

armed with a walkman and a fake grin and a basement mindstate when i 

think of how simple it could all be 

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