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ATMOSPHERE lyrics - The Family Sign

Became

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It's no surprise I over slept, put my boots on and climbed out my tent. I didn't see you, assumed you were sleeping, immediately start a fire 'cause it's freezing. I can't believe we went camping in the cold; I'm in the wilderness standing in some snow. A late start but we can still catch up, you need to wake up, we should eat and then pack up. It's when I noticed your foot prints, snows fresh and those have been put since. What you're already up, making the rounds? So where you at now, you laid back down? The breeze came and it stalled out the flame, while I went to your tent and called out your name. You didn't answer so I opened up the flap; it's just an empty sleeping bag and your backpack. I'm looking at your tracks; you took a couple laps around the campground and hoofed down the path. I figure you'll return no concern; I'm a hold put and try to make this cold wood burn. The wind is blowing strong, the minutes rolling on, it's going on at least half an hour you've been gone. It ain't right, start the paranoia; I left the camp site to go and search for ya. I read the trail your feet made, each step was deliberately placed. It looks like you know where it leads but I see nothing but leafless frozen trees. About a ΒΌ mile into the course, another set of tracks appeared next to yours. From the north it came out of the thick woods, and those footprints belong to a big wolf. Trying to find service on my cellphone, I felt aight with my knife on my belt though. I hope the wolf is intimidated by you, I wonder if you even knew what was behind you. Stalkin ya, maybe watchin ya, waiting for the opportunity to hop on top of ya. Salivatin wanna take ya to the stomach, in the cartoons you would have turned into a drumstick And it gets about as bad it goes, 'cause I notice there's a new set of tracks in the snow. I understood. It doesn't look good. Your fan club doubled now you've got another wolf. And the odds are in favor of the home team, why'd you walk off all alone where you going? It ain't the right time to complain, but it feels like I'm trying to find your remains. Your foot prints grew further apart, I knew what that meant and it was hurting my heart. It means you started to run so I did the same, now my breaths looking like a steam engine train. Suddenly your tracks dip off of the path and so did theirs so my knife I grabbed. Into the forest, expect the worst. Adrenaline burst disturbed the nerves. 50 yards into the woods and brush, it got so thick that it looked like dusk. The air stood serene, sober, it seemed like a good 15 degrees colder. And I'll admit hell ya I felt fear the sound of my heart beat was all I could hear. Looking at the snow it was plain and clear there was a third set of wolf prints where yours disappeared. I can't process, I don't follow. It would be easier to believe that you were swallowed. With no sign of death, no sign of struggle, no signs of blood, no signs of trouble. And the wolves never stopped, the tracks kept going and I took off. So I don't know how your story ends, but I know I'll never go into those woods again. It's not that tragic, it's not a shame. You're not the hunted, you're not the aim. You just another dog with hunger pains I was so afraid that you'd become the game. I forgot to worry about what you became. You're not the hunted, you're not the aim. You just another dog with hunger pains I was so afraid that you'd become the game. It's not that tragic, it's not a shame. You're not the hunted, you're not the aim. You just another dog with hunger pains I was so afraid that you'd become the game. I forgot to worry about what you became.

I Refuse Limitation

GOODIE MOB "Still Standing"
Backbone: One time Uh for these freaky hoes I lust But I'm still flickin ashes a lot of other motherfuckers snort dust But that's they thang A lot of us fall victim somehow But that's that game Won't try to explain From books to bricks Now I see crooks and tricks Caught up in the mix Of everyday in every way but the right I control the substance my people fiend for at night Lord knows I do wrong Sound like the same old song A lot of niggas singing Homeboys conceal your weapons Cuz ain't gon be no smokin session in heaven No more be buckin yo luck Seven eleven on the first roll Don't let the streets rock and roll yo soul Swats GA by way of Cascade Heights Gunshots roadblocks sidewalks and ice Khujo: Sold me out for 3.5 grams of neighborhood clout Now what the fucks we bout I'm back home from the bullshit Puttin in work Meanwhile others dug ditches and covered themselves in dirt One squirt And you locked down forever Can't run from reality Lurking you closer and closer away To the same old traps Now you never learn from your mistakes So now you wear this ass whoopin wit pride What side you on It wasn't no I in team Only in your dreams Saturated with schemes Yea you right, God gon deal wit ya Fallin from his grace Rookie cop moves cause shifty game And 30 days I'm blessed in the hole But that's till I go to the state federal Penitentiary Yea I could did my time standin on one foot But see I fucked up royally Thought I was slick Them herpes-havin ass crackers changed my big check to six Times wit Dean Whitaker's sermon of the day But when I go to sleep I don't dream no more I just lay A wise man knows his limitations Concrete, concrete like Greg Street Chorus: Sufferin from a severe case of inner-city blues I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose This opportunity to gain is all I got to lose Cuz I just can't settle for these streets shawty I refuse Gipp: That's the shit I like Lord got the door Shot down to the pavement Remove yo hat under the ceiling Of this building A rebuff from the usher of sorts Because Most strive for the diamonds and overlook the gems Got skimp wit yo bags Boulders become shoulders to depend on Which way to explore Reform, refrain, we Every thought you walk through the trails is hell Airborne for Clone me Replace me wit me Another nation inside a nation Out the land of Scots Suction cups to test tube Layer of skin Supply the crust And we'll mix the fruit Gunshows supplied me in the hour of need Watch em bleed Aryan nation be the dealer Now who's the killer Yup yup that's the shit I like That's the shit I like T-Mo: Uh puttin forth the effort to make a change Not doin a lot of talkin bout it what's yo game You slippin you can't never do that That's when you get jacked For yo life over emotions runnin wild Like salamanders swimmin in southwest creeks Feelin incomplete Another story Livin Value lost - it wasn't worth it look what it costed Yo life young nigga Didn't go out without a fight behind the gun trigger Better think fast or get swept off yo feet Nigga it hurts to see these drugs deteriorate The minds of knuckleheads that want to be base heads Don't say I didn't tell you cuz you gon see in the future I hope I don't have to shoot you If you switch Went from hardcore to beggin like a bitch Revolutions good to bad Hoods to rags real niggas to fags What's the news But I refuse to lose Chorus Cee-Lo: Well I woke up this mornin with the same frustration from situations like these Got a call about some work from one of them temporary agencies No high school diploma or any college degrees I can't enlist but they'll draft me if there's a war overseas Oh please Of course I can slice some OZs But see I'm one of those aspirin MCs And uh bills are due so at times I'm doubtful and everyone disagrees But I'd rather struggle on my feet than to live on my knees So my uniform tight workin all night at Mickey D's Got about 90 dollars and some change after the government get they fees These minimum wages ain't enough to feed my babies Purposely these limitations on black folks opportunities So I quit cuz I'm tired of being one of those overworked underpaid employees Stop carin at all went on and did a few small burglaries It seems like my face done turned into forgotten memories And I ain't gettin away with nothing because I know he always sees But see right now I need to see how I can get this here dope sold I done stuffed in my pocket as many rocks as it can hold They gon get high so I'ma get my money even though it's freezin cold Now how many times you done heard this story told Believe it or not, it's some very intelligent junkies But dependencies is eatin away at they souls like disease Anyone can turn into somebody who covets and envies Unequal economics can easily make you some enemies And the crime rate never drops to the cops ride around in threes I knew he would have killed me if I did anything but freeze They found the rest of the dope in some nearby shrubberies In a dimlit room being questioned by these authorities And they gave me some time in correctional facilities And now my woman's gotta take on a man's responsibilities

Winter Warz

GHOSTFACE KILLAH "Ironman"
(feat. Masta Killa, U-God, Raekwon, Cappadonna) It's on.. [Cappa] Where your sparkle at kid Ryzarector.. [Break: Raekwon the Chef] Yes the shit is raw, comin at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) [Verse One: U-God] This rhyme you digest through the RZA console Ask why I slam nine diagram pole Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone Gun POW to the dome And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge One dose of my feroc(ious) handheld trigga cuts Acapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touched And critical mic cords, hangin like umbilical Cords, dope swords, five star general Raw be the quote rap style sore throat Through the fully operational, hand held tote mm-hmm [Break: (first two lines)] [Verse Two: Ghostface Killah] More than a thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear So sit back and let the king explore Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster [Break] [Verse Three: Masta Killa] Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect That fills more body bags than apartments in projects And as far as the coroners know The autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blow Put on by my family brought to the academy of the Wu and learned how to fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit MC's submit to the will as I kill your juvenile freestyle, civilize the men-tal Devils worship this like an icon Bear-huggin mics with the grips of a python [Break] [Verse Four: Cappadonna] You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong Extravangza, time sits still No propoganda, be wary of the skill As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat CD massacre, murder to cassette I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet One man ran, tryin to get away from it Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh into your chamber like Freddy enter dream Discombumberate your technique and your scheme Four course applause, like a black dat to dat You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map Nowhere to go except next show bro Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich Every other day my whole dress code switch So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill Cash it in, and get ten dollars back The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve Put all the other LP's back on the shelf And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7 1-6-0-4-9-3-11 And you could get long dick hip-hop affection I damage any MC who step in my direction I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd My repotoire, is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got thrown out the car and ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet under vets, we paid our debts for mad years Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers and blunt power, born physically power speakin The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin

Winter Wars

WU-TANG CLAN
It's on.. [Cappa] Where your sparkle at kid? Ryzarector.. [Break: Raekwon the Chef] Yes the shit is raw, comin at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) [Verse One: U-God] This rhyme you digest through the RZA console Ask why I slam nine diagram pole Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone Gun POW to the dome And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge One dose of my feroc(ious) handheld trigga cuts Acapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touched And critical mic cords, hangin like umbilical Cords, dope swords, five star general Raw be the quote rap style sore throat Through the fully operational, hand held tote mm-hmm [Break: (first two lines)] [Verse Two: Ghostface Killah] More than a thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear So sit back and let the king explore Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster [Break] [Verse Three: Masta Killa] Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect That fills more body bags than apartments in projects And as far as the coroners know The autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blow Put on by my family brought to the academy of the Wu and learned how to fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit MC's submit to the will as I kill your juvenile freestyle, civilize the men-tal Devils worship this like an icon Bear-huggin mics with the grips of a python [Break] [Verse Four: Cappadonna] You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong Extravangza, time sits still No propoganda, be wary of the skill As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat CD massacre, murder to cassette I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet One man ran, tryin to get away from it Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh into your chamber like Freddy enter dream Discombumberate your technique and your scheme Four course applause, like a black dat to dat You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map Nowhere to go except next show bro Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich Every other day my whole dress code switch So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill Cash it in, and get ten dollars back The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve Put all the other LP's back on the shelf And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7 1-6-0-4-9-3-11 And you could get long dick hip-hop affection I damage any MC who step in my direction I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd My repotoire, is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got thrown out the car and ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet under vets, we paid our debts for mad years Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers and blunt power, born physically power speakin The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin

Pay For It

JAY ROCK
[Hook - Chantal Kreviazuk:] Ain't no game, I'm taking all you have And you're gonna pay for it I don't know if I can stop myself And you're gonna pay for it Oh, you'll never learn I touch fire, little burn This ain't no game, I'm taking all you have And you're gonna pay for it [Verse 1 - Jay Rock:] It's a heavy load, I stroll on a bumpy road No jacket when I was cold, becoming one with my soul Stand toe to toe with my foes, these wolves in sheep clothes No weapon on me shall prosper, nigga, you better watch it You playin' with fire, burning you slow, hold up I hear the whispers wishin', it's all cheap voodoo I keep it cool to keep from going coo-coo With a cal, aiming at fake smiles and turn them upside down Came too far for my feet to fail me Lord, if I'm wrong you can help me now, hold up Wait a minute, what am I sayin'? The Devil he busy, tryna get me everyday in every way I won't let up, I won't shut up You can't stop me, you won't knock me, ten-four now copy Live almighty, my declaration been written In hieroglyphics on top of the highest mountain, now listen [Hook] [Verse 2 - Kendrick Lamar:] I tell 'em all to hail King Kendrick, resurrecting my vengeance Been dissecting your motormouth until I break down the engine This ain't no warning shot, this a relevant henchman See my opponent then, cease your existence Endin' our friendship, baby I'd rather die alone Your diaphragm is dietary, what you eatin' on? Capture your audience with these words, boy The holy Chapel, the tabernacle The book of Matthew and Jesus starin' at you, take your turn, boy See it's going to take a whole lotta ya'll to kill me See it's going to take a whole tribe of ya'll to kill me I never die My pedigree apparently only to idolize Ahead of me is only my future and idle time Longevity, I gotta get used to making you mine You tellin' me I only get used to livin' if fine You can never live in my shoes, permanently paid from God [Bridge - Kendrick Lamar x2:] When the sun goes down, I scream loud: "I'll sleep when I die" But I will never die, my legacy is alive [Verse 3 - Jay Rock:] I die to get it off my chest, push words just like weight I got to eat, 'till it shows on my face Tragedy turn to triumph, I'm tryin' just to relate Jumpin' off of them towers, I'm takin' that leap of faith Playin' at high stakes Now when I speak, they pupils, they'll dilate Through speakers'll vibrate Know you feelin' the vibe, that vine couldn't relate This next clip is long, a son of a gun, big numbers Do the math, now cover the sum I come from the slums, we come for the funds Like runnin under the sun where niggas livin' they life blunted Countin' the ones, but truthfully nothin' like hundreds Keep it 100 Roadblock in-front of me, look I'm runnin' through it Stick and move it, sippin' that Hennessy, this my gutter fluid Nothin' to it What we lost we gone make it back Like it wasn't missin', now listen, you bout to pay for that [Hook]

Overkill

JOE BUDDEN "Halfway House"
[Heartbreak] Be advised, this kid is on his grind If greatness is what you seek I'm the nigga you will find (me!) I'm lyrically inclined - rap's like tacklin fish with no hook, you can't get 'em on the line Given a little time, Jersey City will prevail The writtens I'm spittin sound like I'm fishin for a whale (uh-huh) Of course I'm sicker, my flow off the Richter I'm forcin niggaz to get a bigger scale I gotta excel, so I sell X You're like Nextel, who you gon' tell next? (who?) Can't grind off packs cause y'all watchin 'em I ain't see a dime off rap cause y'all droppin 'em I go hard on tracks, ain't get a buck from it And as far as rats I hope the fucks plummet (fall) I like to mix karate with gunplay So all you dumb chumps get nunchucked to gun-butted The opposite of what y'all embrace The game wants lames that'll march in place Uh, one of the last from the Garden State that spit like he in a jungle goin hard with apes (nigga) [Joe Budden] L-look, look Comin up, used to grab the pound for a dollar Overseas, now prefer the pound over the dollar Fuckin with that water you get drowned somethin proper He act like an inmate but sound like a scholar I mean - hoppin out, chain danglin, poker grill Sober still, except for an occasional dose of pills Show the steel, all of it 'til it's overkill For Oprah bills I'll turn this bitch into Cloverfield! (nigga) I understand why niggaz ain't tryin to bond with me (why?) Fresh as a fuck, e'ry day is like the prom for me Rappers ain't fond of me, FRRUCK them, my mom should be The game's fixed anyway - and you could ask Tim Donaghy I'm on some all kinda weed, sleep where the piranhas be And honestly (f'real) I'm e'rything dudes be tryin to be I get money and haul off (now) While they at rock bottom, the poor guys can't even fall off (Joey!) I'm all Spartan, avoid the four sparkin Cause e'rything is funny 'til a nigga's George Carlin Not greedy, I just want a portion of the fortune If all rappers do is record, why would I call 'em? Look, I ain't heard of that (nah) And these haters (Killin' Me Softly) but I don't mind takin on Roberta's Flack I'm known to 1-8-7, murder tracks Go and tell whoever wan' know the king of Jers' is back!

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