Heart Lyrics - Atmosphere

(You see, what you mistake for madness is just over acuteness of the senses. Now what came to my ears, a low dull sound such as a watch makes when wrapped in cotton. I knew that sound too, it was the beating of the old man's heart.) 

(Man I'm tellin you, some mother fuckers just have no kind of heart man. Serious man mother fuckers man, these mother fuckers have no self respect and shit man, wanna pay no dues but wanna drop like a fucking LP tomorrow. And then to top it off these mother fuckers, they don't have no heart into their music you know what I mean? Like fuck sound like girls and shit.) 

[x6] 

If you respect yourself 

Do you? 

Now it started off rather basic 

Just some small scale dabbling confined to the basement 

Never knew I'd grow into this full time user 

Never figured that I was a winner or a loser 

Only did the due to have fun 

And only got with the crew because it seemed natural to have one 

Captured the life in the form of a gripper around the mic 

Hold it right, like a love, hold it tight the plight 

Fortifies my existence 

Reinforces my position 

In this course that I'm stickin to my path 

Now I can see it all laid out in my past 

While trying to catch what's it's about 

And my last breath pulled the toxins in 

And I bet debt's about to box me in 

But before this bitch comes to get some 

I'ma do my job on this M.I.C. and feed you a thick one. 

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[x3] 

You can have all the heart in the world 

Doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya 

I'm getting older and I'm knowing better 

Let her, piss rapper step ta 

this cap to get up off your head kid 

I'll bitch smack you, have this? 

Now, I'm about to put a Slug in show business 

And if everything goes right I'm leaving no witness 

I hold this inside the chest so big it hardly fits 

It trips between the truth and the party shits 

Quick, to lace a track with substance 

All the young guns that's really listening at the functions 

See, you can love it or leave it, 

Fuck it or keep it, 

Either way I'll be here 

Trudging through the deep shit 

I've done well over one-hundred cuts 

And gotten the feed back of love 

From some of the ones I've touched and thus 

I'm not quitin, never stop rippin, 

You gatta be kiddin, 

Shit we's on a mission, 

Is it possible, the mics got my soul? 

I'll make em all say hoe 

And Rhymesayers rock show, let em know 

That it's more than a career goal, 

Cut that zero and let the hero in your ear hole, yo. 

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[x3] 

You can have all the heart in the world 

Doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya 

I'm getting older and I'm knowing better 

Let her, piss rapper step ta 

this cap to get up off your head kid 

I'll bitch smack you, half these MCs 

Please, excuse the Q's and P's 

But I grew up on the B.D.P.E.P.M.D. Run DMC's 

I don't believe you should hold the mic, 

And I rolled up with a bus full of friends that think alike, 

I'm havin a hard time trying to keep it simple, 

Just for the fuckers that don't seem to read between the ripples 

It's all nipples and clits in this rap shit, 

Catch you lickin if you lay back passive bastard, 

It's like that ya'll, it's like that ya'll 

Art imitates life and most of it is whack ya'll, 

You gotta learn how to read the info the individual provides, 

They probably won't dig me till I've died. 

Die [x6] 

Dead 

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