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Atmosphere Free Or Dead

got attention deficet, I've got the bedroom eyes I've the storms in my head, I've got my telephone voice I've got to make a decision of whether I live or

attention deficet, I've got the bedroom eyes I've the storms in my head, I've got my telephone voice I've got to make a decision of whether I live or

Metropolis creates mob and mob creates its face Megalopolis builds barriers, you die under their stress The mob creates its atmosphere: Bitches, drugs

it, try it, getting fat? then you better ched it, Ab-swing, blue blocker, Tupac or Biggy, East coast, west coast, Fat Joe or fifty, Thatcher the shifty

need at least seven figures to even touch that But since everybody was underestimatin my format I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas want more of that Aint a rapper dead or

Metropolis creates mob and mob creates its face Megalopolis builds barriers, you die under their stress The mob creates its atmosphere: Bitches, drugs

of it We're just two dogs on all fours It's a tug of war for who loves you more Blame it on tours or locked bathroom doors or maybe it's 'cause my voice

grew some extra personality now i wont have to flee or fight alone the microphone thats my weapon and im on a quest for heaven or rent me some comprehension

hell, We're only destroying ourselves, Religion gets its way, so God has his say, And the Holy propaganda is free ... He WHO IS! WHO WAS! and is coming