Atmosphere - Sad Clown Bad Dub 3 (with download)
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- 1. Aspiring Sociopath - 0:00 (Lucy Ford (Lucy))
2. The Woman With The Tattooed Hands - 2:32 (Lucy Ford (Ford))
3. Between The Lines - 5:49 (Lucy)
4. Like Today - 10:16 (Lucy)
5. 3.2 Red Dog 2.28.96 - 15:03 (Headshots: Se7en)
6. It Goes - 17:15 (Lucy)
7. The Abusing Of The Rib - 22:20 (Headshots: Se7en)
8. Party For The Fight To Write - 28:55 (Ford)
9. Don't Ever Fucking Question That - 32:32 (Lucy)
10. The River - 35:14 (Sad Clown Bad Dub 2)
11. Scapegoat - 39:35 (Overcast!)
12. Shrapnel - 43:01 (God Loves Ugly)
parentheses = "off of"
Bass - Sean Mcpherson
Drums - Peter Leggett
Guitar - Josh Peterson
Liner Notes - Sean Daley
Piano - Tasha Baron
Vocals - Slug
Recorded At - First Avenue Ballroom, 2001
Limited to 2000 copies. Individually numbered on inside of cover artwork.
Released 2002
"So I walked out of the main room... little bit intoxicated little bit exhausted. On my way up seventh street I saw my good friend Sean Mcpherson beating the piss out of some kid who apparently is known for bootlegging concerts and selling them on ebay... As the kid lay on the sidewalk, basking in his bloody afterglow, I dug through his pockets and stole his mini-disc player... The contents of which are now here on this CD for you to either make fun of, or make love to. Thanks for the food."
Sean Daley.
"This was recorded on Dec 26th 2001 @ the lovely first avenue ballroom in Minneapolis... This is me (Slug) along with the heiruspecs
"I've never been a big fan of live albums.. But I am arrogant enough to release one.
Enjoy."
www.mediafire.com/file/j26gez...
I was digging through my music and found this guy. Atmosphere is one of the groups that really set me on my journey through music. I first heard this many years ago, and it was such a treat for me, as a fan, to hear other fans wild n' out to some of my favorite early work by Atmos. Accompanying Sluggo is the live hip-hop band Heiruspecs, and booy howdy do they lend a wonderful hand. The live bass, drums, guitars they really make the tracks into, not wholly something else in some cases, but in others? Look at Abusing Of The Rib. At the end of its run, it takes on a rocky air with Slug shouting the vocals out. Makes one wonder how many other universes Atmosphere is a successful rock band. I hesitate to say this is a good starting point for those unfamiliar with Atmosphere due to the lack of Ant and his beats, but it does introduce the uninitiated to the strengths of Slug's writing abilities. "I want to follow a train up my lover's arm/destination the brain pop out find out what's going on" has been one of my favorite couplets for fucking YEARS. Introspection and partying, the aptly named Sad Clown. - Hudba
Being at this show was maybe and probably the best moments of my lives
Yoooo sick! What was the guy who Slug had to calm down up to?
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This was the best atmosphere show ever
For mobile users.
1. Aspiring Sociopath - 0:00
2. The Woman With The Tattooed Hands - 2:32
3. Between The Lines - 5:49
4. Like Today - 10:16
5. 3.2 Red Dog 2.28.96 - 15:03
6. It Goes - 17:15
7. The Abusing Of The Rib - 22:20
8. Party For The Fight To Write - 28:55
9. Don't Ever Fucking Question That - 32:32
10. The River - 35:14
11. Scapegoat - 39:35
12. Shrapnel - 43:01
whitedude877 legend
Atmosphere is cool live but a band accompanying slug was awesome. Look at "when life gives you lemons" because i think it built their hype. I'm sure those shows were great after it came out but i was just in high school back then.
The River live is fucking phenomenal. Slug and Ant always killin it
The river ❤️❤️
Track no.2. and 10 is my favorite on this album
Thanks for the upload man
This is sicc, wish I had a time device to go back and be at this concert!
Love I don't have to pick each song. Thanks bro
Those shows with slug over Heiruspecs sure were good ones...
Note: There are notable differences between these lyrics and the ones in this performance, but I don't think I'll add those in to preserve the difference between original and not.
ASPIRING SOCIOPATH
7:30 AM, Alerted to life by a song on the radio
The evening is over
Another morning, another opportunity
To do something progressive prove that he's worthy
Up and out the door by 9 O'clock
The sun is shining up and down the block
There's children in the corner waiting for a bus
That will take them to school and exploit their trust
He starts the car, sparks with one crank
It's those good ol' fashioned American mechanics
And even though he'd rather own a new import
It's dependable and more important its all he can afford
Stops by the coffee shop to pick up some smokes and a cup of Joe
Back into the Ford with the windows rolled up
So when the radio rocks he can sing along freely
With the lights out it's less dangerous
At the top of his lungs the words burst through shameless
Pushing that dream, trying to beat the time
Oh well whatever nevermind
Nirvana's LITHIUM
I'm so happy 'cause today I found my friend
She's in my bed
THE WOMAN WITH THE TATTOOED HANDS
I used to know this woman
Who had the most beautiful tattoos
On the top sides of both of her hands
She was forty-three years old and as far as I know
Had never yet been with a man
It's not that she wasn't attractive
She was beautiful but it was the way that she interacted
She was aggressively passive to the point
Where she would've intimidated any mitt
That ever tried to catch it
On the right hand she had a tattoo of a nude girl
She claimed it is what God resembled
But on the left she had a mirrored image of the same female
And this one she explained looked like the devil
I remember once watching her touch her own breasts
How the tattoos smiled as they stared down her stomach
As if anticipating when they'd be allowed to caress
The sweet flower that they both seemed to hunger
(Sweet flower)
Now maybe I was high but it felt so right
Heaven and Hell both take to this woman's womb
It didn't make sense how she could commence
Touching herself with me wide awake in the same room
But if I've learned anything in my years
(My years)
I learned I no longer believe in surprise
(In surprise)
But what happened next damn near stoled my tears
The tattoos came alive right in front of my eyes
They both slowly stood up and climbed off her hands
And showed me why she never took some time with a man
They climbed deep inside of this woman's garden
She closed her eyes and she gently bit her bottom lip
I stepped I left and I don't regret leaving
And I'll never forget all the things I saw that evening
A glimpse of religion a piece of coming closer
To understanding more about what intrigues me most
I didn't get turned on I just got turned
I wasn't as aroused as I was concerned
For each one of 'em I've hurt and every time I've been burned
I've got a lot to teach but even more to learn
So now I keep my eyes open hoping to take in all I can
About women taking in all she can
And for as long as I breathe I'll save receipt
In my memory for that woman with the tattooed hands
There's good and evil in each individual fire
Identifies needs and feeds our desire
As long as we keep our spirit inspired
She can bite her bottom lip all she wants
There's good and evil in each individual fire
Identifies needs and feeds our desire
As long as we keep our spirit inspired
She can bite her bottom lip all she wants
There's good and evil in each individual fire
Identifies needs and feeds our desire
As long as we keep our spirit inspired
She can bite her bottom lip all she wants
LIKE TODAY
Woke up, got up, near eleven o'clock
butt naked except I was wearing my socks
and that's cool, 'cause most the time this floor is cold
stand up and stretch look around this mess
my place has been a cage since she left me
make my way to the kitchen, start the coffee
then dip to the bathroom, begin the triple-s
and wash the previous evening off me
now out the shower, get dry, shove a q-tip in my ear
well, what do we have here?
it appears as if a piece of me has got motivation
ain't nothin' wrong with a little morning masturbation
fresh, dressed like fifty cents
clean and awake now I'm ready to commence
spark up the caffeine and nicotine binge
and that's pretty much the pattern of how the day begins
and I write for an hour, maybe half hour more
then put on my shoes and grab my key for the door
put my headphones on for this world I ignore
trek down the street towards the record store
"hey, bro - how you doing, anything new today?"
"nah man, how you been? it's the same old same again"
well, then I'll be gone, friend, I'll see you around
then I'm out, destination uptown
in the summertime the women wear a lot of skin
and if I sit in one spot I can take 'em all in
sometimes I even talk, to see if I can make one grin
if not, yo, it's cool I ain't gonna take it personally
from Anne Landers, to Ani DiFranco to Orphan Annie
I love all women, but most of them just can't stand me
I don't know, maybe it's my hair or my clothes
"...or maybe she noticed that you was diggin in you're nose..."
either way it's okay, I wasn't tryin' to get laid
I just wanted to say "I hope you have a great day"
and then she stopped with a smile that began to blush
"here, take my number, call me up, I'll come over and make you lunch"
I got up and headed down towards the book store
to check the titles, that my man Michael's got me lookin' for
my visit was short, 'cause I just couldn't feel
that cat behind the counter actin' like I'm here to steal
so I dipped back out into a cloud of tattoos
pierced body parts and colorful hairdos
and I questioned, did Babylon resemble this?
are we getting any closer to the end of the list?
a sensuous kiss, placed on apoco-lips
we teach them how to make a fist, but not to resist
and I'm wondering how'd we find this position
but people are people and I still love 'em, especially the women
onwards to the coffee shop, maybe Muddies for a refill and some
sociological studies
see the junkies, while they co-exist with the sobers
all the bugging of eyeballs, the shrugging of shoulders
and that's when I saw her, sippin' on water
I wanna kiss her mom just for having this daughter
excuse me miss, I don't mean to come across strong
but I've been waitin' a while and you've been taking too long
and she smiled and I began to blush
she asked if I'd like to go to the bathroom and make some love
and I got visions of us, and the mirror getting steamed
and that's the very moment I woke up from the dream
Woke up, got up, near eleven o'clock
butt naked except I was wearing my socks
and that's cool, 'cause most the time this floor is cold
stand up and stretch and look for my soul
In tomorrow I see no promise
and yesterday was like today
In tomorrow I see no promise
and yesterday was like today
In tomorrow I see no promise
and yesterday was like today
In tomorrow I see no promise
and yesterday was like today
3.2 RED DOG
It goes 1, it goes 2, it goes
3-2 red dog in the hoodie
Too much "person" in your "ality", the friction could be
Should we continue with dialogue as I study these new faces
I would fix my shoe laces, but the room place was
Shoes cut loose at the front door
Got dirty socks, I'm on the floor
And thoughts is what I hunt for
Driftin in and out of conversations I know nothing about
Fuck your topics, I didn't come to see you
But yo I'm here, might as well make the worst of this warm shitty beer
And I'm nursin it, and cursin it
I'm sick of it, but still grippin it and sippin it
Hopin it'll dull the pain of the sight of your lips flippin' shit
So here I sit, inside my atmosphere
I don't know a single motherfucker here
But maybe that's my fear
Pull out my notebook and let go
Intro-spectro cep
Not so pleased to meet you
And I hate techno
I only came to see the girl that lives here
TW #11, cold women warm beer
IT GOES
Now, when you come to apply for the job
Don't tell 'em you're homeless
'Cause I promise they won't hire you
And if they like your songs
Just nod your head and play along
Never tell 'em what inspires you
I bet my fans know me better than my friends do
Because my friends don't pay that much attention
The fans memorize every single sentence
Which makes them far too smart to ever start a friendship
I need to start writing pieces about other people's problems
'Cause strangers are starting to get worried
I'm in a hurry to try to slow the system down a bit
And find happiness before I hit thirty
OK, OK, I've said too much
I wear my heart on my sleeve
When all I need to do is write a hit
Somebody shoulda showed me how to shut up and breathe
'Cause there's a time and place to bite your lips
It goes peace to phobia
For the boots made for walking
Now if only Best Buy could break me off with a Walkman
Everything would be fine
I could spend time smiling
Instead of pulling a sad clown around this island
I've got no suggestions
Well, maybe one
Leave my type alone when you decide to touch that microphone
See, me and you
We're on different pages
We're in different stages
We've got different flavors
I'mma let you do your thing
Just as long as your thing
Ain't got a single thing to do with me and what I'm trying to bring
But if my name crosses your lips
You better guard your tongue
Pardon me, give me my respect, and keep it all in fun
If I had extra time I'd walk around and shake everybody's hand
(Like, how you doin' my man?)
But I'm not allowed
I'm trying to beat the clock now
So I'm out, right after I rock this crowd
It goes: ola ola olaaa (yeah)
Ola ola olaaa (2x)
It goes: one two three four five
Six seven eight nine ten
And all I ever wanted out of live was rhymin'
Either from me or an innocent bystander
I wasn't that picky, just give it to me quickly
Whatever it takes, to cook these cakes
You wanna hear your voice but don't know nothing 'bout the breaks
And it's obvious you haven't found your place
Got me askin', 'Who is he?"
"How did he end up in my city?"
I'm the crocodile that the trucker tried to wrestle
I'm the main ingredient from yesterday's special
Close the hole and push that level
I'll chop the head off the devil and I'll throw it at you
And I'll be damned if I ever climb another tree
From here on, the squirrels and birds can come to me
From sun to sun and from sea to sea
(Girl, they call me Slug, do you wanna make love?)
Now all the leaders in the place, throw your hands in the air
All the feeders in the house, throw your hands in the air
All the thinkers here tonight, put your hands in the air
Anybody we forgot, you can stand there and stare
Yeah, you remember, tracksmart (?), off to a bad start
The way I used to carry got buried in the backyard
Caught between a scotch and a cinnamon Pop-Tart
The bell doesn't work, foo, you better knock hard
Line by line, I'm doing fine
Ideas on my mind for my time
Hail when my kind does leave behind
They'll find that I was the one that died trying
I would never trade the way I am for the way I'm not
My crew is kinda popular, we get to play a lot
And my son thinks that I am the coolest thing in the world
'Cause he's still too young to fall in love with girls
THE ABUSING OF THE RIB
I wanna follow the footprints across my lover's stomach
I wanna call out her name before I plummet
I wish I had a map of the terrain so I could step around the landmines
Avoid the beasts under the bed that bring their bad times
I wanna find this here so-called treasure
The pleasure, the trinkets, the never-ending weekends
Acknowledging that I'm still just a piece of the sequence
But seein' these different footprints got me needin' to show my weakness
The timeline, the time zones, I cross 'em with my eyes closed
Memorize the landmarks and learned the cycles
The weather patterns, how the seasons affect
The East and the West of each region learned the cycles
Forget about the fact that many trails have been tracked
Maybe it's a plus that there's a path
If this was some uncharted land I'd have to be a smarter man
Willing to travel the farthest to unravel the harvest
The natural resources are unlimited
Exploration only requires some desire and initiative
Take your time and find the right way to climb
It ain't safe to play games with nature's mind
If I could show you, you would never leave it (never)
And if I could show you, you would never leave it (never)
And if I could show you, you would never leave it (never)
And if I could show you, you would never leave it (never)
If I could show you, you would never leave it (never)
And if I could show you, you would never leave me
I wanna ride a train up my lover's arm, destination the brain
Then climb out and find out what's going on
Cut through trees and ride through rocks
And synchronize the universal sun dial to my watch
I've seen a lot, but not quite as much as her
To top it off the memory and her imagination blurred
I know she's been put through hell, I can feel it
And I know she's touched heaven as well, trying to steal it
It came on, it taught her the song
And strung her along, it caught her when that guard was gone
Now to the break of dawn she wants to feel that fix
And all the family and friends just trying to seal them lips
I'm not dumb, I can hear that train come from miles away
I'm setting obstacles to stop the arrival
I'm gonna blow up that iron and wood road
From what I understood those be the orifice of her survival
My recital yet another tantrum
Because she's highly excitable swinging moods at random
No happy endings always off to a bad start
Addictive voyeurism to the trackmarks
And if I could show you, you would never leave it (never)
And if I could show you, you would never leave it (never)
And if I could show you, you would never leave it (never)
And if I could show you, you would never leave it (never)
And if I could show you
PARTY FOR THE FIGHT TO WRITE
Hides the eyes beneath the bill of the cap
Walks amongst the flies that hover over the mat
He lies, but only when there's a reason
Measures 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 pets, and rips up sex
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
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, Ponyboy, 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 turntable riffs
This indutry's big, so big, in fact
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, cause ain't no such thing as half way there
Getting good at actin' like you just don’t care
The circle of life, tryin' to make it square
Conditionin' self to sit still and stare
Oh where have all the sheep gone…
Burnt down the farm and turned the TV on
John Coltrane, Marvin Gaye and Bob Marley all get invitations to my party
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 shooting 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're 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 sound like spies
Fillin' all the children's heads 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 cheddar
Let's get together soldier over throw this hold and make these roads better
Bring it on (right now)... He said, "Bring it on" (right now)... he looked you in the eye, and he said, "Bring it on" (right now)
Ain't nothin' but a party y'all... let's get it on
DON'T EVER FUCKING QUESTION THAT
Enough to hold you to the brightest of lights,
to place you dangerously close to that sun,
enough to acknowledge the flaws you can't ignore
and recognize the cause of what's done is done,
more than enough to put my name behind my ideals,
and neglect my logic twice daily.
enough to keep me looking for my Lucy in the sky with gems,
when I remember how you used to call me baby,
enough to look in my mirror with detest for every tear you shed regardless of
why you wept,
enough to curse any man who can't appreciate the depth of the ocean I swam
till I ran out of breath.
I love you, don't ever fucking question that,
that's why we'll probably never get along.
if I was better at finding the right words to say, I wouldn't need to write
these mother fucking songs.
I love you, I love you [faded]
never, don't ever fucking question that, don't ever fucking question that.
riding the public transit,
I study the blank stares to answer my questions of how and why I got so many
grey hairs. I take care of the nervous that runs through my extension cord,
and I reflect on that reoccurring dream where we met the Lord.
single file lines, to give her a pound one at a time but when I faced her-
I attempted to embrace her, she looked so fine,
I awoke from my sleep before her bodyguard had a chance to beat me to
submission and I still walk with my religion.
I watched the children scurry in circles around a two-way mirror,
worrying about which side of the glass projects the reflection clearer.
hear the whispers of the wind trying to get me to grin,
gassing' me up about the love that I plucked and I've been stuck within,
for every eclipse that stares at me from the other side of a paper cup of
espresso-
I light a match beneath a kettle,
and for every set of lips that become attached and equipped with that program
to seek success, I bleed my ethics out a slow drip.
I used to know a man who met a woman, don't remember where,
big beautiful eyes and light brown hair,
she was from the burbs, he was from the south side of the city,
this was back when Franklin avenue was still pretty.
two different worlds apart, but the world is just a small town-
we all know how people like to get down.
here we go, Aquarius, Pisces,
feel the flow of the fluid as I swim through it to free my soul.
bush shoved the cane without the glove numbed the pain.
the magic from up above what it does for the brain,
make the love, paint the picture, write the song, the player met a virgin
made a Virgo named him Sean.
make the love, paint the picture, write the song, the player met a virgin
made a Virgo named him Sean.
make the love, paint the picture and write that song till the break of dawn.
I love you- don't ever fucking question that, that's why we'll probably never
get along. if I was better at finding the right words to say, I wouldn't need
to write these mother-fucking songs
THE RIVER
It was a purple-purple sky and an orange-orange moon
And everyone was whistling the same damn tune
Except Brian, Brian stared out across the field
And watch the horizon blossom to cop a feel
Over the edge of the world
The one they're all afraid to walk
The rationate for why they're so high on the small talk
But Brian knows where the crows all go
To find the if's, and the and's and the but's and also's
If I could run through the woods, and speed like the light
I’d find the answers to why, and be back by tonight
If I could fly through the fog and look at this rock
I’d figure out how to keep Hell off of my block
But as it stands, I stay content
Tryin’ to be the magic man, and pay my rent
Wishing that Brian would turn me on to the secrets he sought
While we keep burning the dawn, just to keep the day hot
If I could ask you one question, I’d ask where you went
You could teach me a lesson every time I got bent
But the alcohol don’t make me forget about it all
Doesn’t matter the season the leaves can still fall
They slipped hidden messages within the cards that were dealt
Trying to understand myself and all of the sorrow I felt
For as simple as I am how'd it get so complex
Got me studying the margins and disregarding the text
I open the curtains and listen to the traffic go
But I still get nervous each time my piece passes go
The residue is thick and the memory fails
I still laugh cuz the path feels a lot like a trail
If I could run through the woods, and speed like the light
I’d find the answers to why, and be back by tonight
If I could fly through the fog and look at this rock
I’d figure out how to keep Hell off of my block
But as it stands, I stay content
Tryin’ to be the magic man, and pay my rent
Wishing that Brian would turn me on to the secrets he sought
While we keep burning the dawn, just to keep the day hot
We used to be a couple of pimps walking the hallways with pride
Drunk or sober, life was nothing short of rollercoaster rides
Trip to the clubs, nod the skull to the rhythm
All we wanted out of life was what was given
And when you passed I wanted to take back the time we wasted
I'd trade all the buzzes in for one more conversation
We can sit in the shade and discuss the meaning of sacred
Cause I can't see the garden no more, just the aphids
But the wind still blows and the plains still grow
And I wish your name was on the guest list at my shows
I got to believe that you can see me when I find my freedom
Cause you got to meet the sun before you got to meet my son
And when I see lightning, feels like my buzz is heightening
Everytime I feel the sun, I can smell the love
And when I smell the air I can hear a child trying
But everytime I hear a river I think the mother is crying
SCAPEGOAT
It's the caffeine, the nicotine, the miligrams of tar
It's my habitat, it needs to be cleaned, it's my car
It's the fast talk they use to abuse and feed my brain
It's the cat box it needs to be changed, it's the pain
It's women, it's the plight for power it's government
It's the way you're giving knowledge
slow with thought control and subtle hints
It's rubbing it, It's itching it, It's applying cream
It's the foreigners sight seeing with high beams, It's in my dreams
It's the monsters that I conjure, It's the marijuana
It's embarrassment, displacement, it's where I wander
It's my genre, It's Madonna's videos
It's game shows, cheap liquor, blunts,
and bumper stickers with rainbows
It's angels, demons, gods, it's the white devils
It's the monitors, the soundman, it's the fucking mic levels
It's gas fumes, fast food, Tommy Hil' and mommy's pill
Columbia House music club, designer drugs and rhyming thugs
It's bloods, crips, fives, six
It's stick up kids,
It's christian conservative terrorists, it's porno flicks
It's the east coast, no it's the west coast
It's public schools, it's asbestos
It's mentholated, It's techno
It's sleep, life, and death
It's speed, coke, and meth
It's hay fever, pain relievers, oral sex, and smokers breath
It stretches for as far as the eye can see
It's reality, fuck it , it's everything but me
On and on and on and on
The list goes on and on and on and on
It's in the water, it's in the air, it's in the meat
It's indirect, indiscrete, inconsistent, incomplete
It's in the streets, every city and everywhere you go
In every man it's the insanity, the fantasy, the casualties
It's the health care system, it's welfare victims
It's assault weapons, it's television religion, and it's false lessons
It's cops, police, pigs with badges guns and sticks
It's harassment and a complex you carry when you're running shit
It's wondering if you get to eat, it's the heat
It's the winter , the weather
It's herpes, and it's forever
It's the virus that takes the lives of the weak and the strong
It's the drama that keeps on between me and my seed's mom
It's that need to speak long, it's that hunger for attention
It's the wack , who attack songs of redemption
It's prevention, It's the first solution
It's loose, it's out for retribution,
it's mental pollution...and public execution
It's the nails that keep my hands and feet to these boards
It's the part time job that governs what you can afford
It's the fear, It's the fake
It's clear it can make time stop
and leave you stranded in the year of the snake
It's the dollar, yen, pound, it's all denomination
It's hourly wages for your professional observations
It's on your face and it's in your eyes
It's everything you be
Cause it ain't me, motherfucker, cause it ain't me, uh
SHRAPNEL
Shrapnel
I can't remember who asked me, but someone asked me
How long I thought that I would be allowed atop this trash heap
I didn't answer cause I'm tired of criticizing the masses
Inspired the support the devouring of the self
All the power to the people who dig potholes
Placed me in a glass case full of lost treasures and fossils
Got a right to be hostile, my love is gettin' gang raped
By an army full money hungry crocodiles
Quantity is up, market in a flood
But the party over here has never steered through so much love
I'll take the laughter, but I'd rather have the women
Who am I kiddin'? I'll be content with whatever I'm given
Work for food, rent, sex, money, or water
I don't know what else that you have to offer
Your first born daughter? No need, already got her
She came to the set hungry and left hot and bothered
My posse's full of women, computer nerds, and thugs
Much to my dismay, I'm none of the above
Someday I'mma be the mack of the minute
And you were so damn good I'mma have to forget it
Listen to the mimic, it's almost on
Drink, til ya hit me with a tall potion
Think quick, how much more insult
Will it take for me to break your light bulb
Shrapnel
Shards of pull cards scattered on the carpet
It's hard to breathe cause you wear a fitted target
Tug upon a choke chain, travel the cold rain
Of course I've came to show you shrapnel
Shards of pull cards scattered on the carpet
It's hard to breathe cause you wear a fitted target
Tug upon a choke chain, travel the cold rain
Of course I've came to show you shrapnel
Check your mail, climb your ladder
Count the pieces you've managed to gather
Does it matter? What are you trying to achieve?
Let go of your throat if you're dying to breathe
And finally we've begun to make a little progress
Ain't a single dock in this river that can stop us
Lost in the mix like a feeble over dub
Got me screaming at these shippin' till these people know what's up
Yeah Slug's back, but his collection of hub caps
Caught a buzzin' brought a notebook full of love raps
Open the pipes and tuck that voice in
I'mma sit on this corner and nibble on my poison
Baby once in awhile I find a reason to smile
But most the time it's spent deep in denial
It's all make believe, I want the cake to eat
But this lake's too deep, tryin' to stand on two feet
Wonderin' about the thunder runnin' through this blood
I try to keep my cool, but the hat fits too snug
Study the love, took my degree
Shoved it into a bottle, chucked it into the sea
Shrapnel
Shards of pull cards scattered on the carpet
It's hard to breathe cause you wear a fitted target
Tug upon a choke chain, travel the code rain
Of course I've came to show you shrapnel
Shards of pull cards scattered on the carpet
It's hard to breathe cause you wear a fitted target
Tug upon a choke chain, travel the cold rain
Of course I've came to show you shrapnel
Shards of pull cards scattered on the carpet
It's hard to breathe cause you wear a fitted target
Tug upon a choke chain, travel the cold rain
Of course I've came to show you shrapnel
Shards of pull cards scattered on the carpet
It's hard to breathe cause you wear a fitted target
Tug upon a choke chain, travel the cold rain
Of course I've came to show you shrapnel
Shrapnel
whitedude877 legend
where can I hear the original? ...
32:40 “ For Stacy”
And the award 4 the
Gogo Deborah Harry...al
I et
Just not as good as “II”
I mean, this is basically a live album... so I'm not sure you can compare them...