Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Onemosphere, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song God Loves Ugly, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.04.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Onemosphere |
You’re so Ugly |
You’re so Ugly |
Atmosphere and maybe you don’t like us |
But of all the stars in the sky believe we’re one of the brightest |
My life is as trite as your favorite rap record |
And I’m possessed with that insight that enables me to laugh better |
From the last letter back to the 'A' come around my way |
Out of the wrapping paper without the fucking holiday |
Can’t never be captured, they can toy with my shell |
But only after they walk a mile backwards through b-boy hell |
From here on out the sun rises at noon thirty |
And it ain’t quit pressing till the whole f-ing room heard me |
Soon the birdy will fly with or with out the wings |
As straight as the equator, as nosy as the owl sings |
Let the poppers pop, let the breakers break |
Make the dj’s and the assholes and all the rappers snakes |
Well most graff writers are weirdos nowadays |
So I hang out with myself and a rafter and a belt |
Every chapter that I happen to skim |
Appears if it must’ve been written by me or the brothers Grimm |
And the moral to the story comes equipped with a sting |
Once again I’m picked for the wrong fucking team (fucking team) |
Now I’m sleeping on floors of temporary friends |
But I’m keeping the store front as clean as I can |
And I’m sweeping the sky for today’s revelation |
And I’m needing some time and some proper ventilation |
And I’m building a house for everyone to hold |
And I’m filling your mouth with the keys to my soul |
And your spitting me out. |
Piece together the puzzle |
You got to get it all out while you’re learning how to juggle |
And the bricks weigh more then they led you to believe |
Remember never let nobody lead you to believe |
September was the first time I had to breathe |
So I learned to hate harvest, thought it had a trick up its sleeve |
Not fucking with the Joneses, I guess that I been jonesing so much |
Nothing gets noticed but the mess |
And I’m smoking my stress through an empty beer can |
It goes one Minnesota, two Minnesota, three |
And Atmosphere… |