I Wish Those Cats At Phobia Would Give Me Some Free Shoes Lyrics - Atmosphere

Tomorrow's forecast: flurries motherfucker 

Snowman in full effect so play the odd side 'til April 

The tapes will grow so we can by posters and staples 

I bet that kid Slug will bust flows if you ask nice 

It's Friday night, point me to the party wanna grab mics 

Used to get queezy when it was time to rock that b.b. 

But nowadays I'm just tryin to get Musab away from the TV 

'Cause I cant fuck with the Zenith I'd rather criticize Tuesdays releases 

with the elitists at the Fetus 

Yet another factory film is what we present 

Surrounding, ditch weed in a ballpoint no grievance 

Let's all point our fingers towards the path we venture 

Minneapolis native taken the wrath of winter bad contender 

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Let me catch a lukewarm triple mocha to reach the speed 

Of the graph writer that's crashed on my sofa 

And in the green room is MC's and in the kitchen is dirty dishes 

and my postion blurry vision 

And I'm livin in a section where heads is frozen stiff 

And these skinny powder sniffin kids is posin talkin shit 

Since the first time I met you backstage in the main room 

I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room 

I drive for a living but I take the bus to work 

Auditioned for the roll of Jesus, got the part of jerk 

Armed with a Walkman and a fake grin in a basement mind state when I 

simply took a left at Nicollet 

Sucking on a cigarette did some binge hits before I left 

And now the nicotine is liftin it 

Choke at the last drag and flick remains at the gutter 

Flip up the hood just to keep the brains covered 

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I'm trying to grow a mountain out of a foothill 

I see people rockin my t-shirt and I'm still shopping at Goodwill 

In a struggle in a war zone grew some extra personality 

Now I wont have to flee or fight alone 

The microphone that's my weapon and I'm on a quest for heaven 

or rent me some comprehension 

As busy as fuck just gimme a three hour lead 

So I can reflect maybe rent a flick and relearn how to breath 

And we turned out the sleeves and found a bunch of tricks 

and used a cleaver to relieve all these unnecessary limbs 

Misplaced the gems and jewels I meant to give you 

To lift you and lost my mind inside the issue 

And I'm livin in a section where heads is frozen stiff 

And these skinny powder sniffin kids is posin talkin shit 

Since the first time I met you backstage in the game room 

I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room 

I drive for a living but I take the bus to work 

Auditioned for the roll of Jesus, got the part of jerk 

Armed with a Walkman and a fake grin in a basement mind-state when I 

Think 

Now I've got spies positioned at various Cheapos around the city 

Lots of people that's down with me 'cause the evils out to get me 

its easy to decipher who can taste me 

a lot of locals used to hate me but now I think the tolerate me 

You could only hear what I feel when my eyes are shut 

Mistakes are piling up excuses they lining up 

I'm trying to fuck reality but I'm impotent cant get it up 

'cause shes a duck and her personality sucks just my luck 

I caught the wrong bus I guess I'll get off at the crossroads 

and take a long lunch 

next month when I got my head right I'ma grab a lead pipe 

and beat some life into this dead mic 

So let the tape roll and extract all the juices 

Read the hate mail in the bathroom and place wagers on the losers 

In the beginning you cant help but wanna be innovative 

But eventually the opposition leaves you jaded 

Like hell no I don't wanna be a baller 

I'm six foot three their ain't no need for me to be any taller 

I just wish those cats over there at Fobia would hit me off with some free gear or somethin... 

'Cause I'm livin in a section where heads is frozen stiff 

And these skinny powder sniffin kids is posin talkin shit 

Since the first time I met you backstage in the game room 

I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room 

I drive for a living but I take the bus to work 

Auditioned for the roll of Jesus, got the part of jerk 

Armed with a Walkman and a fake grin in a basement mind-state when I 

Think of how simple it could all be 

Oh yeah, Joe said that uh... I could come in, and just pick some shit out. That's cool? All right.