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ATMOSPHERE lyrics - Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EPs

Party For The Fight To Write

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* intro: This is one of those songs you can clap along too... [Slug] Hides the eyes beneath the bill of the cap Walks amoungst the flies that hover over the mat He lies, but only when there's a reason Mentions life by the tragedy, the comedy, the season Poor at handling and managing income Got enough love to pass around and then some Been done, that there a name you can trust Read the whole match book and put a flame to the brush Good with packs, and rips up sacks Put the show in biz, try to give what you get When you let him run free with the thought Pull the line in, try to see what you caught I ain't all that bad, but I ain't all that great I Went back to the lab and began to mutate Wait. I still look the same, still got the same dumb name Ain't a damn thing changed But if you like surprises, I know of a party Where they all dance around to your heart beat Bring your own agenda and embrace your flaws Lets put a face on this common cause chorus: And he said some got pencils and some got guns Some know how to stand and some of them run We don't get along, but we sing the same song Party for the fight to write, and write on Stay gold Pony Boy, stay true outspoken Make a record Mr. Gangster and get 'em all open The theories, the stories, the truths, the myths Its all therapy, on top of turntablists This indutry's big, so big in fact (and fat?) We can all get some, and we can give some back And if its done correct, we'll make more than noise So pick it up, and pick me up when you're bored with the toys As a child Hip Hop made me read books, And Hip Hop made me wanna be a crook And Hip Hop gave me the way and something to say And all I took in return is a second look Son, you're shook, cuz ain't no such thing as half way there Gettin' good at actin' like you just don't care The circle of life trying to make it square condition And self sit still And Still.. where have all the sheep gone Burnt down the farm and turned the TV on John Coltrine, Marvin Gaye and Bob Marley all get invitations to my party chorus And if I spent anymore time inside my head I'd probably need some leather straps attatched to my bed And if I go another day without eating a meal I'm gonna show you what it means to keep it real And if they keep shootin' guns up and down my block I Swear to God I'll be the first one to call the cops And if I gotta hear that song ever again You gonna have to share some of that beer my friend They mistake me as happy-go-lucky Just another base-head bobbin' nobody But from where I stand, they sould like spies Fillin' all the children's head with lies Well alright, get your money right But right now tonight I want you to pick a side So when you got your power and you got your chedder Let's get together soldier over throw this hold and make these roads better Bring it on.. he said bring it on (right now) Ain't nothin' but a party y'all... lets get it on chorus

Love Of A Rolling Stone

BONNIE TYLER "The World Starts Tonight"
You hate old Chicago in the Wintertime When the cold wind blows right through ya And you said it ain't no fun You called west, a dream come true Then one week it got the best of you On a path right in that Oklahoma sun Swore if this day ever came There'd be no strings, no playing games Misty eyes and sad goodbyes to say When love is gone why try to put a finger on what happened When somewhere down the road it slipped away (chorus) All I ever wanted was a baby in my arms A wedding ring and a simple thing called home All you ever gave me Was a look down some old highway The sky above and the love of a rolling stone I remember when you told me That you'd always be a drifting man And you didn't need another hungry mouth to feed Well, I won't bring a child into the world between roses And a thorn and the sight of a tumbling tumbleweed One day you may miss me But I hope you don't feel guilty Go chase the sun until your dying day But inside me there's a second little heartbeat that goes with me And the one more thing that happened on the way Repeat Chorus

Ain't No Stoppin' Us Now

Big Daddy Kane "It's a Big Daddy Thing"
Here we go, here we go on the smooth side Let's take a ride in stride and I'm the guide with the source, and of course - I don't wanna be the king or boss I just wanna get my point across Cause it's time to organize and open your eyes Realize, we on the rise to the climax, time to take charge Whoever said we can't live large To seek out fortune without distortion and stop livin for just a small portion There is a move to make, we gotta take a chance to break all chains become awake Cause this is the new way, to be proud and brave and I ain't goin out like a slave In eighty-nine, I'm livin like a champ Step out my face, talkin bout a food stamp Child please, put it at ease Freeze, it's time to get paid in times like these We can't take shorts or take a loss So take it from the Kane and go for yours, because * Chorus * Uh-huh There, comes a time, where we can't be in the rear We gotta step up front, to get our share Make the change, cause we're not inferior For example, there was a black Ms. America Let's start to do for ourself We can't depend on no one else or the board of health So hold your own or else you're gonna find that if you play off of crime you go out like Aunt Jemimah We gotta put it in overdrive and strive to survive to stay alive, that's the reason I've came to, motivate us to the length Effort of strength makes you grow inch by inch Takin no mediums or small at all We gotta walk not crawl or else take a fall What used to be just hopes and thoughts are now in effect, and we can't take shorts, because * Chorus * Swing on that right there, pump it up, here we go Uh-huh, uh-huh, pump it up, here we go One more thing Let's unite together, we can't sever never no matter what or what-ever Because we need unity to find justice Just I See Equality so bust this Take a stand and command to demand what's grand I know we can if we just understand the true way of livin that was really meant for us So one more time, kick the chorus! * Chorus 2X * Ah keep it goin y'all A Prince Paul, rulin em all y'all A Prince Paul, schoolin em all y'all And Tony, Tony, Tony, Tony And Tony Tone never leavin the girls alone Tony Tone never leavin the girls alone And you don't stop, and you don't stop And you don't stop, and you don't stop..

W.g.o.n.r.s.

Big Daddy Kane "Daddy's Home"
Here we go, here we go on the smooth side Let's take a ride in stride and I'm the guide with the source, and of course - I don't wanna be the king or boss I just wanna get my point across Cause it's time to organize and open your eyes Realize, we on the rise to the climax, time to take charge Whoever said we can't live large? To seek out fortune without distortion and stop livin for just a small portion There is a move to make, we gotta take a chance to break all chains become awake Cause this is the new way, to be proud and brave and I ain't goin out like a slave In eighty-nine, I'm livin like a champ Step out my face, talkin bout a food stamp Child please, put it at ease Freeze, it's time to get paid in times like these We can't take shorts or take a loss So take it from the Kane and go for yours, because * Chorus * Uh-huh There, comes a time, where we can't be in the rear We gotta step up front, to get our share Make the change, cause we're not inferior For example, there was a black Ms. America Let's start to do for ourself We can't depend on no one else or the board of health So hold your own or else you're gonna find that if you play off of crime you go out like Aunt Jemimah We gotta put it in overdrive and strive to survive to stay alive, that's the reason I've came to, motivate us to the length Effort of strength makes you grow inch by inch Takin no mediums or small at all We gotta walk not crawl or else take a fall What used to be just hopes and thoughts are now in effect, and we can't take shorts, because * Chorus * Swing on that right there, pump it up, here we go Uh-huh, uh-huh, pump it up, here we go One more thing Let's unite together, we can't sever never no matter what or what-ever Because we need unity to find justice Just I See Equality so bust this Take a stand and command to demand what's grand I know we can if we just understand the true way of livin that was really meant for us So one more time, kick the chorus! * Chorus 2X * Ah keep it goin y'all A Prince Paul, rulin em all y'all A Prince Paul, schoolin em all y'all And Tony, Tony, Tony, Tony And Tony Tone never leavin the girls alone Tony Tone never leavin the girls alone And you don't stop, and you don't stop And you don't stop, and you don't stop..

Do You Like Criminals?

WESTSIDE CONNECTION "Bow Down"
(WC) Say hoe I got way more dick than them niggas rolling your lexos No punk ass Versace gear just the nigga with the triple 1 braids in his beard Quick to get the pussy dripping so quit tripping Like you got a nigga resembling Donnie Simpson Hoe I'm from the wild wild west fuck them preppy niggas You need to get with this malt Liqour sipper picture me simpin over ya never How ya figure I'll be crying over yo ass like a Baby face nigga bitch you better be glad I got 3 strikes because back in '85 I'd been done gave your ass a black eye See I been waving at your ass all week but all You do is roll your eyes like your shit don't stink So now it's time for a nigga clown your ass Because i can tell from the tattoos you's a high class hood rat Don't want to fuck with niggas in khakis But hoe i bet for the dough You quick to jack that ass like a 4 So quit fronting on a nigga and lick these and bitch hit the road with your fucked up weave....... (Ice Cube) How would you like to get a nigga rugged and raw Outlaw rollin' down the shaw Don't you want a mothafucka that's hard Or a bitch-made cute as El Debarge Do you like negros Him and those Individuals called criminals How'd you figure a West Coast nigga Drinking liquor got to know how to dig you When we dated straight fade it Penetrated, Ms. sasfisacated No daddy hate it Never met a nigga quite as fly as me All bottled up in your high society You want to chech my mental Cause how could a nigga from South Central rollin' in a Benzo Spice in ya life is what you need you intreigued by the smell of my weed I represent reality in your world full of lies And i can see it in your eyes You worried sick and I'm chillin' (Westside) Tell your family to fuck off and roll with this villian (chorus) Do you like negros, him and those, individuals called criminals(2x) (Mack 10) Who wanna fuck wit it I put it down for real tho It's Mack 10 and let you niggas know I'm gun ho Baby i guess maybe i can get with your program With hunnit spode tonas on my front and back Broham hit a lick or two make your whole life a thriller Make you wanna shake the nerd and come ride with a killa Hot as sauce out the floss no need to be discreet I swing the fuck out this bitch til my bumper touch the street On switches and I'm workin jerkin hot ya nigga smirkin Jack the ass up and down til my back wheels is chirpin You need to be with me bitch you too fucking bombay To be on the Shaw with a nigga with a Hyundai I take you through my neighborgood raise where crime pays No girbauds no fades just cacky's and French braids And my friends is niggas that know what ends is In high-top Chucks pushin V-12 Benz' With hoochy hoes groopy hoes You know those with a gang of money lolo' and penitintiary fo do's So shake him now no need of waitin of debatin Slam the door on them five stars and hop on these Daytons (K-Dee) Dee, dee, dee, daddi, daddi, dee, dee, daddi day I come from the crew I thought you knew we don't play I see your frowning but I'm clownin' anyway Can't nobody fade K-Dee baby, baby I know you're Catholic But can you have you have dick up in them guts all the way to These nuts Your a rich girl far from skeezer I'm playing at the mall with your Visa You wanna swang with K-Swinger (When the West is in the houseoh my God! danger) But take a hit you'll live But when you hit it hoe you got to puff, puff give Now i see you giggling But all I wanna see is ass wiggling and titties jiggling So what you wanna do Don't go chasing waterfalls Stick to them dicks and balls your use to Go ahead and take a big lick Cause girls look so good on the end of My dick That right is it tight I know you ain't a dike What type of nigga do you like Bitch! (chorus) (chorus II) Bitch I'm from the wild, wild west Can't you tell buy the S on my chest We got hoes for days Plus we claiming no stress no mothafuckin' dress (chorus) (chorus II) Do you like criminals

Blow Up

GP Wu "Don't Go Against the Grain"
All my brothers (what) Let the world know it's hot 9-7 (what) Shaolin take it to the top All the ladies (oowww) Show some love sugar, it's on tonight Keepin the party tight aiiight [Pop The Brown Hornet] I be the one to break through your barrier Bomb carrier Ready to explode in hype mode You'll catch a bad decision at any given I was marked for death so now this is how the fuck I'm livin Let me lay the law, let me connect four G.P. the brand new reign, fuck what you sayin and thought Standin tall but you comin up short Might play a lot of games but this ain't your sport Ran into the wrong one, I'm the son of a gun You target practice, I'ma hit you off for fun Answer one question, what crossed your mind To make you think that you could fuck with my hip hop design You out of fashion, on top of that you got me laughin Like a gun toter up against an assassin I'm the real McCoy, old school B-Boy Anything I seek I could create or destroy It's like that, born with the strength to strike back Full contact better wear your hardhat in combat It's either you or my contract All you gotta say is where we get it on at And it's on All my brothers (what) Let the world know it's hot 9-7 (what) Shaolin take it to the top All the ladies (oowww) Show some love sugar, it's on tonight Keepin the party tight aiiight [Rubberbands] Movin in a city of crooks where they don't play by the books It's off the hook, got me on crop Ready to pop somethin in my circumference if we don't rock But a lot of niggas snitch makin the streets too hot Bitches too wanna be up in people's personal affairs Let it die down, get it out the air Gossipin to get rich, callin 1-800-TIPS Hundred dollar ho went international on the Richard Bey Show Everybody wanna blow overnight The secret to my success is I don't get too hype Laid back killer instances, killer track Make a snap remack Bomb bandzee verses worse than crack Highly addictive The microphone's the glass dick and I'm smokin smash hits I need to be rehabilitated And if I write to the beat that only makes the murder of the track premeditated [June Luva] How dare you even look my way Better yet cross my path and have somethin to say You wack rapper don't you know who you fuckin with Niggas suck my dick, June'll be the first to bust your shit Word up, get yourself hurt up, meanin fast The first one that steps be the first one I click-click-blast Hit em one time up in his brain But didn't kill em, I left him mentally insane It be bloodstains on the sidewalk from thugs postin Animosity towards me will get you toasted 6 million ways, 365 days I be on the street, crime pays Nicks, dimes and treys used to be my hustle Until I learned how to grab heat and take it with the muscle And rush you, and pin you to the wall quickly I'm shifty, low down dirty and gritty All my brothers (what) Let the world know it's hot All the ladies (oowww) [Dark Skinned Assassin] Can you feel us all up in your swat Can't touch the God lyrical, far from typical style Thirsty niggas couldn't drink if they walk a hundred miles Broke thousands of clones in half, bones left in paths Casualty, S.I. be I soulful by the craft Devine self Allah, the golden mic holder Got this whole shit locked like the Ayatollah Rebel sink to levels as low as the devils But the God made dirt to dig they grave with the shovel Try to slay the master, his heartrate beats faster Assault and battery make it hard to remember Behold I the black avenger Black as charcoal with a soul as cold as December Timber, lumberjack raps that can injure And disappear in a cloud of smoke like a ninja Great pretender, now it's time to deal with what's real War, four score with a hundred raw niggas [Down Low Recka] You wanna play the game of life and throw his life on the line With these tank slang niggas, hundred percent genuine Mental court got niggas doin time and Frustration got me ready to do crime Watch me shine like a comet Orally smack niggas on the ground like they vomit Frontin all them years you need to stop it You see who comin, the rightful owners of this era Who show the love but if necessary bring the terror Self defense and retaliation, hold this fort Throw them niggas off the court in this rap sport Your center's too short, your forwards' is backpedallin Your Gods ain't hard, how you think you better than Niggas with a plan who stand behind thoughts Made known, reality show the Grain blow All over, universally consume your town like fire Blaze the shit til we retire All my brothers (what) Let the world know it's hot 9-7 (what) Shaolin take it to the top All the ladies (oowww) Show some love sugar, it's on tonight Keepin the party tight aiiight All my brothers (what) Come on and gimme whatcha got 9-7 (what) Shaolin take it to the top All the ladies (oowww) Show some love sugar, it's on tonight Keepin the party tight aiiight All the ladies, can you feel it in your All my niggas, let the world know it's hot 9-7 Shaolin take it to the top We keep the party tight aiiight

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