Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Wish Those Cats At Fobia Would Give, 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
I Wish Those Cats At Fobia Would Give |
Snowman in full effect so play the odd side 'til April |
The tapes will grow so we can by posters and staples |
I bet that kid Slug will bust flows if you ask nice |
It’s Friday night, point me to the party wanna grab mics |
Used to get queezy when it was time to rock that b. |
b |
But nowadays I’m just tryin to get Musab away from the TV |
Cause I can’t fuck with the Zenith I’d rather criticize Tuesdays releases |
With the elitists at the Fetus |
Yet another factory film is what we present |
Surrounding, ditch weed in a ballpoint no grievance |
Let’s all point our fingers towards the path we venture |
Minneapolis native taken the wrath of winter bad contender |
Let me catch a lukewarm triple mocha to reach the speed |
Of the graph writer that’s crashed on my sofa |
And in the green room is MC’s and in the kitchen is dirty dishes |
And my postion blurry vision |
And I’m livin in a section where heads is frozen stiff |
And these skinny powder sniffin kids is posin talkin shit |
Since the first time I met you backstage in the main room |
I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room |
I drive for a living but I take the bus to work |
Auditioned for the roll of Jesus, got the part of jerk |
Armed with a Walkman and a fake grin in a basement mind state when I |
Simply took a left at Nicollet |
Sucking on a cigarette did some binge hits before I left |
And now the nicotine is liftin it |
Choke at the last drag and flick remains at the gutter |
Flip up the hood just to keep the brains covered |
I’m trying to grow a mountain out of a foothill |
I see people rockin my t-shirt and I’m still shopping at Goodwill |
In a struggle in a war zone grew some extra personality |
Now I won’t have to flee or fight alone |
The microphone that’s my weapon and I’m on a quest for heaven |
Or rent me some comprehension |
As busy as fuck just gimme a three hour lead |
So I can reflect maybe rent a flick and relearn how to breath |
And we turned out the sleeves and found a bunch of tricks |
And used a cleaver to relieve all these unnecessary limbs |
Misplaced the gems and jewels I meant to give you |
To lift you and lost my mind inside the issue |
And I’m livin in a section where heads is frozen stiff |
And these skinny powder sniffin kids is posin talkin shit |
Since the first time I met you backstage in the game room |
I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room |
I drive for a living but I take the bus to work |
Auditioned for the roll of Jesus, got the part of jerk |
Armed with a Walkman and a fake grin in a basement mind-state when I |
Think |
Now I’ve got spies positioned at various Cheapos around the city |
Lots of people that’s down with me cause the evils out to get me |
Its easy to decipher who can taste me |
A lot of locals used to hate me but now I think the tolerate me |
You could only hear what I feel when my eyes are shut |
Mistakes are piling up excuses they lining up |
I’m trying to fuck reality but I’m impotent can’t get it up |
Cause shes a duck and her personality sucks just my luck |
I caught the wrong bus I guess I’ll get off at the crossroads |
And take a long lunch |
Next month when I got my head right I’ma grab a lead pipe |
And beat some life into this dead mic |
So let the tape roll and extract all the juices |
Read the hate mail in the bathroom and place wagers on the losers |
In the beginning you can’t help but wanna be innovative |
But eventually the opposition leaves you jaded |
Like hell no I don’t wanna be a baller |
I’m six foot three their ain’t no need for me to be any taller |
I just wish those cats over there at Fobia would hit me off with some free gear |
or somethin… |
Cause I’m livin in a section where heads is frozen stiff |
And these skinny powder sniffin kids is posin talkin shit |
Since the first time I met you backstage in the game room |
I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room |
I drive for a living but I take the bus to work |
Auditioned for the roll of Jesus, got the part of jerk |
Armed with a Walkman and a fake grin in a basement mind-state when I |
Think of how simple it could all be |
Oh yeah, Joe said that uh… I could come in, and just pick some shit out. |
That’s cool? |
All right |