paroles de chanson I Wish Those Cats At Fobia Would Give - Atmosphere
Tomorrow's
forecast:
flurries
motherfucker!
(.Snowman
in
full
effect)
Snow-ban
in
full
effect
so
play
the
odd-side
'till
April
The
tapes
will
grow
so
we
can
buy
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
Peavey
But
nowadays
I'm
just
trying
to
get
Musab
away
from
the
TV
Cause
I
can't
fuck
with
the
Zenith,
I
rather
criticize
Tuesdays
releases
With
the
elitists
at
the
fetus
Yet,
another
factory
film
is
what
we
present
Surrounding,
bitch
needed
a
ballpoint,
no
grievance
Let's
all
point
our
fingers
towards
the
path
we
venture
Minneapolis
natives
taken
the
rap
of
winter
bad
contender
Let
me
catch
a
lukewarm
triple
mocha
to
reach
the
speed
Of
the
graff
writer
thats
crashed
on
my
sofa
And
in
the
green
room
is
emcees
and
in
the
kitchen
is
dirty
dishes
And
my
position:
blurry
vision
And
I'm
livin'
in
a
section
where
heads
is
frozen
stiff
And
these
skinny
powdered
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
role
of
Jesus,
got
the
part
of
"Jerk"
Armed
with
a
walkman
and
a
fake
grin
and
a
basement
mindstate
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
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
warzone,
grew
some
extra
personality
Now
I
won't
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
It's
busy
as
fuck,
just
gimme
a
three
hour
lead
(Hour
lead)
So
I
can
reflect
maybe
rent
a
flick
and
re-learn
how
to
read
The
weed
turn
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
now
I
live
it
in
a
section
where
heads
is
frozen
stiff
And
these
skinny
powdered
sniffin'
kids
is
posin'
talkin'
shit
Since
the
first
time
I
met
you
backstage
in
the
name
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
and
a
basement
mindstate
when
I
think--
Now,
I
got
spies
positioned
at
various
Cheapo's
around
the
city
Lots
of
people
that's
down
with
me
cause
the
evils
out
to
get
me
It's
easy
to
decipher
who
can
taste
me
A
lot
of
locals
used
to
hate
me,
but
now
I
think
the
tolerate
me
You
can
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
I
can't
get
it
up
Cause
she's
a
duck
and
her
personality
sucks
just
my
luck
I
caught
the
wrong
bus
guess
I'll
get
off
at
the
crossroads
And
take
a
long
lunch
Next
month
when
I
got
my
head
right
I'mma
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
wages
on
the
losers
In
the
beginning,
you
can't
help
but
wanna
be
innovative
But
eventually
the
opposition
leaves
you
jaded
Like
hell
no
(Hell
no),
I
don't
wish
I
was
a
baller
I'm
six
foot
three,
there
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'
.Come
on
Cause
I'm
livin'
in
a
section
where
heads
is
frozen
stiff
And
these
skinny
powdered
sniffin'
kids
is
posin'
talkin'
shit
Since
the
first
time
I
met
you
backstage
in
the
name
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
role
of
Jesus,
got
the
part
of
"Jerk"
Armed
with
a
walkman
and
a
fake
grin
and
a
basement
mindstate
when
I
Think
of
how
simple
it
could
all
be
Uh,
yeah,
Gob
said
that
uh,
I-I
can
come
in
and
pick
some
shit
out?
That-that's
cool?
Alright.
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1 Sep Seven Game Show Theme
2 Round and Round
3 Tracksmart (feat. Mr. Gene Poole)
4 Choking On The Wishbone
5 The Jackpot / Swept Away
6 At It Again
7 The Stick Up (feat. Eyedea)
8 Lyle Lovette
9 Higher Learning
10 To The Break Of Sean
11 Deer Wolf
12 Molly Cool
13 Dungeons and Dragons (feat. Musab)
14 Anterlude
15 Advanced Communications
16 A Tall Seven and Seven
17 3.2 Red Dog
18 The Abusing of The Rib
19 Write Now (Multiples No. 4)
20 I Wish Those Cats At Fobia Would Give
21 Heart
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