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Atmosphere Lyrics

16. One Of A Kind

Pain [3x]

The way she listen to what the mc said 
She might as well plug the RCA cords into her head 
Taking that into consideration at the center of creation
Cats still criticize my frustration raps

Well off he goes, coming cop some flows 
Cross your toes and hopes that I don't climb you like an obstacle 
Mission impossible, fishig in the kitchen sink 
Ya'll fall for anything so what you think this kid will bring

Poker face, let me hold my place
The name is safe as Slug, but you, you can call me stoker ace 
Open invitation to catch today's ejaculation all across the front 
Of your pretty little apron

This goes to those that own a mouth full of Sean's load
Thanks for starting, now you're barking down the wrong road 
Sacrifice plays a part in grabbing mics
From now to the afterlife I'll continue passion-like

I love this fucking whore with all my heart 
And ain't nobody gonna stop me from doing my part
It gave me life, it saved me life, it raised me right 
So slide sholder slide and please hand over that mic

[chorus 2x] 
Who am I? One of a kind, Send em' one at a time 
You're all the same only separate by kick snares and names
And some of ya'll even share the same names
So fuck you and your lies baby, show no shame

So point a finger at the sucker that's having a good summer 
Ain't got no bread, no need to know wonder 
But I got the phone number to this weakness
I know who can put me back together, make me feel whole 

So take me apart, try to break me down, 
Spend all you got just to hate the clown. 
You can fake the frown, imitate the sound 
Underworld, world-wide, wide world of underground 
It goes, one little, two little, three little indie rap 
Headphones, backpacks watch em' all piggyback 
Switch up my styles, they all complain 
But see which kids next year sound the same as me? 

The same shit yesterday was like today 
Only difference is I trust even less of what you say 
But all in all I still make the noise, I still break the toys, I still hate your voice 
I still say fuck a major label till it limps, 
Put your deal up our table and we'll show you who's the pimp. 
There is no sympathy for the careless, 
Fuck the extra credit and fuck the demerits. 
Class dismissed. 

Pain [3x] 

(You're all the same) 

[chorus 3x]

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