Secret Lyrics - Atmosphere

If fact I remember you 

You rap too? Oh that's right 

Yeah you used to come to my shows 

Whenever I was in your city 

I guess I should apologize for giving you the credit 

Of being more intelligent than you looked 

I guess it's a good thing that God loves ugly 

Yo, remember when you asked me for some advice? 

Come one, it's easy, all you gotta do 

Is nod to the beat, talk about what's wrong with you 

I did it, a couple others did too 

And you can follow in these footprints if shoes fit you 

From all regions now, they're trying to steal the style 

Look they bit me, and I'm tryin to hide my smile 

Cause I tell you, ain't much as flattering 

As a grasshopper tryin to smash a teacher with a battle ram 

I ain't made, always been a fan of flashbacks 

Go ahead, wear your heart on your backpack 

But don't forget my name when you start to talk shit 

Up in the atmosphere with God in the cockpit 

Self-deprecate my way to a better fate 

Meditate through the hate, let 'em speculate 

Elevate the heat, burn 'em up like hot cakes 

Cops came late, tried to fix it all with scotch tape 

Pain, the brand new escape, from the brain 

And strange days that came with the mistakes 

Mis-tastes a little bit to dangerous 

I see where they hittin makes me wonder what they aimin with 

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That's gotta hurt man, put it in the 

See if I can get your girlfriend to sing it for us 

She like it, it helps her understand you 

And you like it, it helps you understand too 

And I should walk away, it's getting hard to keep control 

When I'm checking all these stalkers, and my records aren't even gold 

Breathe in slow, conserve the temper 

Show these mother fuckers what this microphone is meant for 

Try not to curse, it hurts the 

It proves that you have a strong lack of better words 

But sometimes nothing can replace a cut 

Just turn up the bass and come face the front 

They ain't trying to listen if you've got a lot to say 

And some nothing, still catch a lot of pay 

Man, I wanna play, but I'm not gonna walk my way 

Back to Coney Island just to catch a couple props today 

I nominate myself as the governor 

Faced in front of the judge, like I wasn't fuckin her 

Yes ma'am, no ma'am, get with the program 

Already had you bent over the desk singin slow jams 

Peace to the Molemen, Murs, Sage Francis 

Anyone else done the work, can take chances 

First and the last months rent takes precedent 

Other than that, god bless the Fifth Element 

Don't give a fuck what ya'll think of Slug 

Take your fangs out if you ain't drinkin blood 

And blame it on that life you don't live 

But shit talking says more about you than we kid 

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And now we gotta a little secret (don't we) 

And every time I see you man, I'm gonna remember 

You are not who you wish you were 

You are not what you wish you were right? 

Do me a favor man, you hate me? 

Just walk past me man, don't even acknowledge me 

Just pretend I don't exist man, don't even look at me man 

Ba-bam ba-bam-BAM 

We land on your plate like a housefly 

Just another face from the southside 

The fall guy, all eyes on the tall small fry 

While I try not to make your doll cry 

What you call "fly"? What you call "fresh" 

Multi-bulls-eye-sex-and-checks-and-death 

I guess I'm best left for dead in a breath 

That was never impressed by what's possessed 

Girlfriend I need your help 

Cause the head on my shoulders won't fuck itself 

And when you're ready come around uptown 

Up Up girl let your strap down, put your strap down