Текст песни Atmosphere - The Arrival

Fight Night Round 3 - OST
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Atmosphere
Альбом: Fight Night Round 3 - OST
Длительность: 04:28
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"I'm not really supposed to talk about this.....but..." With the excitement of a new born Came to join the main event and fight against the luke warm With nothing but they word and they history Take a can of paint and try to decorate their dignity It's not what they anticipated Fuck, it doesn't matter. Put your fists up and instigate it And they can't save the planet Or the children of the pandas Or themselves god damn it I'm just a man that loved rap So much in fact I put every piece of myself inside these fucking tracks What is that, you whisper something from the back? You think your personal attacks Make up for what you lack? I'm just a cat searching for a clean lap To crash in a world hurting, waiting for they turn to take a nap Sorting through bills, fan mail and life threats Wondering why the postman ain't delivered my wife yet They call me Sean, this is Anthony No need to act hard cause we got extended family So I smile while I try to use my words wise Say what I meant just in case this is your first time Via child of the wings tired Smilin' like a couple of fools that the queen hired Can't wait for the vibrate to thicken So we can watch the world tip side. WAIT! Even the dead's getting live It's a little deeper, you can float, come on baby dive! To fall in love with this bitch From the petals on her flowers to the pimples on her tits Fuck the insults. And fuck the compliments Just wanna see the mommy free the honesty and the common sense Stop following the win that you swallow Cause it's too simple to aim for a target sitting on a fence We do it for the candle in the sky Here's a toast to those who can't handle their high You and I, we can swim into the tide And watch these other children lose they mind (I'm doin' fine) And they landed safe and sound Better try to take 'em out before they make your saviors proud So fix your beef, quit actin' like a sheep Either spit your speak or sit there and git your teeth To spread the info to the kin folk Fucking with the climate on the inside of the windows They're here, the baby farmers gonna take it farther Make a mark and break apart your fake martyrs Planted firm, let the planet burn Understand the terms, you don't wanna open up this can of worms I'm trying to keep the prize on the eyeball But people wanna see you fly all to watch the sky fall Who's to blame for your lack of conviction I wasn't drafted, I asked for the mission Put your name on the list at the bottom on an empty line And hold in plain sight what ever gave you the right to question mine? The night prowler, gonna crawl past all the rap politics You can put that on your last dollar Wake up, it's bigger than a pay stub There's the door, get the money, go wash off your make-up [Muffled] And they don't need to love it If you don't wanna give it, keep it Doesn't really mean nothin' Come and beat it 'til it stops breathin' No need to even try to reason When they not leavin'
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