Atmosphere Exclusive

[Verse 1: Slug] From the earlier days when I would ego trip To the phaze when I hit all that emo shit To where I'm at now, eyes on the time Cause a rhyme is a nothing if you're frontin' on your mankind I understand, we gotta have our ups and downs So I'mma keep it up and hump it just above the underground And from here I can toss my rocks at the plane And send them off all into the Earth with the rain Here comes the floods *duh-duh-duh-duh* Brought on by Slug *duh-duh-duh-duh* And all I ever asked for was a handshake, sure And now we got a fanbase, and now we're on a record store Rhymesayers Entertainment, you know the language Dynospectrum, come and climb aboard the spaceship Feasten your safety belts, secure your drink Ease back into your seat and relax your feet 1200 motherfuckin' Hobos on the beat juggle Pissing on the planet, leaving nothing but a deep puddle And Abilities and me we got a case full of beer Drunk drive your ears way out into the atmosphere Now let's get it.. wait ! No, let's get it.. wait ! No, let's get it.. wait ! No, let's get it.. no ! Now let's get it straight, from the ten thousand lakes Abilities and Slug still living out off a suitcase Lick a headshot for the Twin Cities south And all the people that's trying to get down with me now Oh yes, the midwest, superheroes of (paze?) They're true to the absolute zero, the circle On the curve of the turn of the century's end And my penpal bolted me over these hurdles Big Bad Abilities, tell these fools to fuck off These DJ's are jerking but they can't get a nut off Nothing but a dry hump, ain't never gonna bust off Dress 'em in a altertop with Daisy Duke cutoffs Big Bad Abilities, king of the nipples Grabbing on the clits, making their fluids ripple From the middle of nowhere, the Minnesota missle Everybody else (?) [Outro] Rhymesayers Entertainment, Atmosphere 1200 motherfucking Hobos, DJ Abilities My name is Slug Minneapolis, St Paul