Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Higher Learning, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song Headshots: Se7en, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Higher Learning |
Follow me, everybody spread around, I want you all to hear this |
Join me, sit down, sit down |
I wanna tell you 'bout something, I got a story or something |
Listen |
I knew this girl named Roulette-lette-lette |
The coolest woman I ever met, met, met |
I never tried to hook it up, up |
But I used to fantasize about the guts |
Fuck, bust nuts, rush |
Grab the gold and carry it in your mouth |
But I’m a try to hold the microphone and turn the party out |
And if it’s the type of crowd that doesn’t like to shout, fuck it |
I’ll give 'em something to chew on, something to talk about |
Snap, crackle pop rock, never had a sawed-off |
Don’t never wanna blow up, cause I never wanna fall off |
Adjacent to that vacant lot, next to the weed spot |
Sits a headshop, beneath a tree watching peace talks |
So let me catch a round of applause |
So maybe I can persuade some lady out of her bra (come on baby) |
Ladies and gentlemen… |
We now ask that you give a warm Minnesota nice welcome to MC |
I’ve gotta be your man on the mic, you know… |
Ladies and gentlemen, give it up |
Put your hands together, put your hands… |
Cause if we can’t do it together |
We’ll do it apart |
Ain’t no way we’ll ever make it how it was at the start |
But that’s a given |
Now within the distance of your vision measure the persistence |
How are you living? |
I’ll smack the whack and sell 'em crack |
While I’m laying down my mack |
(I'm trying to tell you homeboy) |
I’ll get sick on a trick, talking shit firm grip on my dick |
(Ayo bitch I got what you need bitch, yo, yo) |
I make moves and get loose wearing a camouflage goose |
(And that’s juice, like what, what, what, what) |
Yes, yes, I never stress |
Make a mess on the mic sipping a Becks, wearing a vest |
Cause well, you know |
It’s that Rhymesayer with a razor, truck jewelry, Chuck Taylors |
(Yo man, pass that blunt kid, yo kid, kid) |
Tall sharp and handgun, paid a ransom for these pants dun |
So step off kid you’re playing me too close |
If we can’t do it together |
We’ll do it apart |
Ain’t no way we’ll ever make it how it was at the start |
But that’s a given |
Now within the distance of your vision measure your persistence |
How are you living? |
Killed all the thoughts about killing all the cops |
No longer get as pissed off when I have to jerk my dick off |
I just want a mic and a crowd and if that’s asking for too much |
Fine, lemme just have that mic and I’ll be alright (I'll be alright) |
Stuck, between a rock and the sky |
With an option to buy and I got lost in a lie |
Tossed them fakes out the door, I ain’t your whore |
I make music, can you feel it? |
Cool, then I’m a make some more |
Yes, yes ya’ll you are now rocking with the best of the mess hall |
En route to the basement, while Ant drives the vessel |
All apologies to those insulted |
By the repulsive vultures that fly loose when I’m seduced by the impulses |
(By the impulses) |
Defense mech in effect, protect the rep |
From all forms of public infliction |
But listen I love the ripping, so fuck the friction it takes focus off what’s |
the mission |
(Yo tell 'em what’s the mission) |
To be the man on the mic, to be the man on your mind |
To be the man that made you push rewind |
To be that mother fucker over there on that mic |
You know what that means? |
That means I can show you what I need you to see, see, see |
(See here, what you need to do is follow, follow us baby |
Before you can… what you need to do is see, see, see, see, see) |
If we can’t do it together |
We’ll do it apart |
Ain’t no way we’ll ever make it how it was at the start |
But that’s a given |
Now within the distance of your vision measure your persistence |
How are you living? |
Measure your persistence |
How are you living? |
Measure your persistence |
Higher living |