- Votes:
- Composers:
- Ian Stephen Mcculloch
- William Sergeant
- Leslie Pattinson
- Pete Freitas
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- don m
- loved
- rainy afternoon
 
- See also:
Atmosphere - Clay lyrics
When I first landed the damage was outlandish
 anguish, anxiousness, and taking it for granted
 but when I first landed I was so relieved I lost my focus
 so we exceeded recommended dosages
 now I hold the crib? that holds the soul that holds the poet skills
 exlcusive it leaves illusions of unfocused flows
 I don't suppose you're taking too much time
 breaking too much mind trying to unravel the parable?
 that dismantled and left the lines in need of some assembly
 so I can find the secret key and free all the emcees
 this planet spins on a thin axis
 all axis passes won't help you to grasp the atmos'
 I mean, what did you think
 my agenda was to freestyle, smile, get paid to smoke weed,
 and grab the mic and spoonfeed?
 there's more to this than just paying the rent
 if you're riding on this song you need to ride it to the end
 [Chorus]
 what could you say as the Earth gets further and further away?
 planets as small as balls of clay (x4)
 some shells get broke
 some keep their wigs closed
 some get exposed as little man big pose
 some make moves and some stay daydreamers
 but everbody seems to want some loot, food amd a beemer
 well make mine hunter green with camel insides,
 10 percent tips, Mr. Pibb and some french fries
 inch by inch I take it closer to the shoulder
 but day by day it's getting harder to stay sober
 once again on the edge, head's inebriated
 movement needs motive, it's easier to be sedated
 what makes me mighty and another tiny?
 why does my psyche give a damn about whether or not you like me?Atmosphere - Clay - http://motolyrics.com/atmosphere/clay-lyrics.html
 if this crime's right I might be wrong
 I grip this mic tight because it's all I really have a grip on
 so let the losers lose and let the players play
 the difference is the day to the dust some clay, what
[Chorus - 4X]
 who's world is that? it ain't mine, and I'm grateful
 already got a plate full of clay on my table
 I'm capable of handling fate, I know this
 so do the people that get pissed when this microphonist spits
 too many get caught up in the lines that emcees thought up
 but it's clear to me the ones that fear me are the one's that outta
 I spot a blemish on your planet's existence
 I deliver subtle terror submerged in clever sentences
 instantly pissin? away the misfits
 the only residue that came of the hypothecially spew they sprayed
 when they swayed I'd have em
 half of 'em can't fathom
 where the 'Mats? from
 I may be on those
 you can ask 'em
 at last, when we get down to it
 there's more than sand and fluid
 in how I revolve and evolve
 can we solve the secrets? No.
 can we take trinkets? No.
 so when the ink hits it's more than just a sequenced flow
 I can't bring you with me so I'm a leave me here
 centuries from now they're gonna study Atmosphere
 carefully I steer, I'm aware life is fatal
 when I go, I wanna go like Ho, taken by the play-dough
 [Chorus - 4X]
 Atmosphere Clay













