Lyrics 7th St. Entry - Atmosphere
Now
see,
maybe
if
your
tag
was
dope
I′d
actually
lend
a
little
credibility
to
your
statements
But
honestly,
your
penmanship's
fucked
The
way
I
see
it,
someone
should
at
least
slap
you
for
even
holding
a
marker
I
hope
the
kid
who
wrote
my
name
in
the
entry
bathroom
Has
the
nuts
and
time
for
us
to
sit
and
chat
soon
So
I
can
ask
′em
"Why
the
fuck
am
I
on
your
mind
bitch?"
You
could've
signed
it,
but
stayed
silent
cause
you're
spineless
If
you
was
a
man,
you′d
come
at
me
on
the
mic
level
But
you′re
light
yellow
just
like
the
walls
on
which
you
write
fellow
When
I
first
viewed
it,
I'll
admit
it
had
me
quite
pissed
But
now
I′ve
accepted
it,
in
fact
I
kind
of
like
this
I
really
wish
I
knew
your
identity
Probably
not
even
an
emcee,
just
another
who
pretends
to
be
Or
maybe
the
jealousy
of
one
who's
baby-baby
has
eyes
for
me
It′s
nineteen-ninety-sev',
nothing
surprises
me
Envy
can
make
a
motherfucker
immature
So
can
boredom,
a
buzz
or
the
curse
of
being
insecure
C′mon
now,
some
little
trick
with
a
marker
and
a
chip
On
his
shoulder
don't
mean
shit,
I
want
the
world
in
my
grip
I
bet
your
girl's
on
my
dick,
she
digs
the
skills
She′s
a
bigger
head
than
you,
so
give
me
head
and
head
for
the
hills
Little
bitch,
donkey
dick
sucking
ass-fuck
Glue
sniffing,
half
a
testicle
base
head
selling
plasma
Publicity,
good
or
bad,
the
same
to
an
emcee
I
think
I
found
your
limits
to
fame
over
on
Seventh
Street
I
dedicate
my
name
to
those
who
view
me
as
an
enemy
And
I′ma
mark
the
planet
for
every
mark
in
the
entry
Entry,
enter
me
What's
funny
about
the
whole
shit
Is
that
like
two,
maybe
three
years
from
now
You
little
cockroaches
that
talk
shit
about
me
and
my
crew
Are
gonna
be
thanking
us
for
kicking
down
the
door
And
putting
this
shit
on
the
globe
Britches,
y′all
wanna
burn
bridges?
Just
remember
in
the
back
of
your
bitch
mind
that
I'm
partially
responsible
For
anyone
tryna
hear
your
wack
ass
to
begin
with
And
to
that
child
who
writes
about
me
in
the
Seventh
Street
bathroom
Thanks
for
buying
our
tapes,
you
can
size
me
up
And
I
hope
your
first
born
never
learns
how
to
read
Sincerely
Slug,
Atmosphere
A
subdivision
of
Rhymesayers
Entertainment
motherfucker
Enter
me,
study
me,
cause
I
know
that
you
know
that
(Eventually,
suddenly)
Size
me
up
Enter
me,
study
me,
cause
I
know
that
you
know
that
(Eventually,
suddenly)
Size
me
up
Enter
me,
study
me,
cause
I
know
that
you
know
that
(Eventually,
suddenly)
Size
me
up
Enter
me,
study
me,
cause
I
know
that
you
know
that
(Eventually,
suddenly)
(Eventually,
you
will
suddenly
see
a
fist
to
your
jaw,
a
clap
in
that
ass)
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2 The Abusing of The Rib
3 Molly Cool
4 The Jackpot / Swept Away
5 Tracksmart
6 @ It Again
7 The Stick Up
8 Higher Living
9 I Wish Those Cats @ Phobia Would Give Me Some Free Shoes
10 Industrial Warfare
11 7th St. Entry
12 Sent
13 Funny Colors in My Mushroom Trails
14 Fuck the Bullshit
15 Struggle Song
16 Dubs
17 Substance Abuse
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