| Paranoid, androids, aliens, asteroids
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| Plus I George Jetson through the solar system boy
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| Galaxy gladiator, fuck you bitin ass style stealin'
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| Perpetrators niggas, gettin blast, many moves be packed
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| Too automatic, man I bomb it, wicket shit’ll make ya vomit
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| See I’m comin like a comet, C-Section out ya stomach
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| Insane since an embryo, blood pump nitroglycerin
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| Clockin Benjamin’s, from you listenin
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| Slugs whistlin, at the competition
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| Blood stains on the stage, opponents come up missing
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| U-N-H-O-L-Y, murder’s my lullaby
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| Never cry, when they wish I would die, no alibi
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| I bust intoxicated, lyrics alive and animated
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| I’m the operator, plus I pocket calculate it
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| Mail dominate it, universal intergalactic
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| And since that crack hit, I’ve been dope as that shit
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| Fuck you niggas wit that wack shit, get smack back whips
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| I tell these fuckin' mutants back off the spaceship
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| Bustin, suicidal, that’s the end of discussion
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| Hit you wit the football and blow out ya brains rushin
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| Outcha Atmosphere, I’m out ya fuckin atmosphere
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| I’m out this atmosphere, I’m out this fuckin ya atmosphere
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| Outcha Atmosphere, I’m out ya fuckin atmosphere
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| I’m out this fuckin atmosphere, wit some ole wicket shit
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| Suicidalist, therapy for my confessions
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| Livin like a demon, don’t forget to count ya blessings
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| In my brain, aeroplane, atmosphere, you might panic
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| Get at me another time, another place, a different planet
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| Plus I walk on water, H20, formaldehyde
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| Suicide, murder ride straight to the other side
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| As the sunshine rotates planet keep spinnin
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| Every day that you livin, is a new beginning
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| Out ya mind, atmosphere, change your world, crazy helly
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| Much beat in my ride, sticky green off the smelly
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| DDT when I’m in Cleveland, all my niggas down the way
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| In the Garden Valley projects, gettin money everyday, be
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| Light-years away, my style when you push play
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| I had you havin more Good Times than J. J
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| You know what they say, don’t put up the AK
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| Cuz my money gettin longer than the white lines on the freeway
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| Play and blaze haze, sunshine, I’m sun raised
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| So you heard I was milky way, so start ya stargaze
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| Open the Stargate, to release ya fate
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| Triangle like the pyramid, and that’s why they fearin it
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| Cuz I’m |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Outcha Atmosphere , by - Esham. Song from the album Bootleg (From the Lost Vault) Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп