Twomosphere

[Verse 1: Slug]
How you like me now? I'm gettin' busier
I'm double barrel, huntin' me a grizzly bear
I'm an arrow, aimed at the sun
My number's seven, that's six-plus-one
Never had a gun, but as a kid I used to front
'Cause I wasn't trynna be nobody's punk
I used to run with the ones that would squeal, "Keep it real!"
While they distorted their reality with alcohol and blunts
Now I'm grown up, got the mic sewn up
Spent enough time getting junk and throwin' up
And I've been livin' in someone's livin' room for a year
Back and forth, between the record store and here
So I'll be damned if I loved you rapper
You can all eat dick, big label and independent
As far as I'm concerned, you're all germs
Only ones I fuck with are the ones that I'm friends with

[Hook x2: Slug with samples]
Atmosphere! ("Jump in the air!")
Yeah! You remember?
Atmosphere! ("The atmosphere!")
("Punks I know ain't nobody [?]")

You know what?

[Verse 2: Slug]
Y'all fools ain't hard, just a bunch of stiff nipples
Bendin' over and blowin' like the wind in the willows
From the steel-toe to the helmet
This soldier is well trained at how to touch a brain with a felt tip
Pucker up buttercup, enough is enough
Kids is on the nuts like my dick was a bus
I'm like, "What the...?" - Fuck it, I'm like, "Where?"
All you got is a mad face, wack beats, and pretty hair
So while you try to find some trend to ride
I'm inside your girlfriend, fuckin' with your pride
Rhymesayers for life, run free forever
Climbing in your ear, to jest it, infest it

[Hook x2: Slug with samples]
Atmosphere! ("Jump in the air!")
Yeah! You remember?
Atmosphere! ("The atmosphere!")
("Punks I know ain't no [?]")

[Bridge: Slug]
You wanna battle? Man, act your age!
You paid to get in, and I'm about to go on stage
Just give me a pound and I'll assume that you're down
With the plan to expand and make room for the underground

[Verse 3: Slug]
No punchlines left
I took a step back to take a look and make the most of my breath
Kept a close eye on that closed eye
You wanna post high, but you rolled in and got no style
Y'all are pork, put a cork in that leak
It's hard to believe they even let you in the club
Do you work here or something? Is the door-man your cousin?
Or maybe you're the one suckin' dick and givin' back rubs?
Lost - But you act like you're not
Cost - How much they want for that spot?
Tossed - And when it landed it broke
Y'all fools can't handle the weight - so you choke
Sure as the snow is gonna gonna come down
My people'll be plantin' seeds in your hometown
With a remote control even you can behold
All the boulders that get rolled now - Roll out!!!

[Outro]
Atmosphere! ("Jump in the air!")
Yeah! You remember?
Atmosphere! ("The atmosphere!")
("Punks I know ain't no [?]")

Atmosphere! ("Jump in the air!")
Yeah! You remember?
Atmosphere!
[?ink] once motherfuckers!!!

Atmosphere! (In the air!)
Sit down, shut the fuck up, and surrender (In the air!)
I said, sit down, shut the fuck up, and surrender (In the air!)
Sit down, shut the fuck up, and surrender (This goes for those who get the atmosphere)