Текст песни Flesh

[scratched]

"Get off the mic and get off the coke!"

"On the count of three"

"1...2..."

"one for the cuervo, two for line"

"Get off the mic and get off the coke!"

"Get off the coke!"

[Chorus: Slug]

We came here to slit your throat

You came here to sniff some coke

Kid don't fall like all the rest

Cuts through soul and cuts through flesh

[Slug]

When they started to scream

I thought I might, geez, singin

"Everything good ain't as good as it seems"

Get ripped like flesh, you got kitten's pride

I'll make a mess on your set and your dress

Handle my business, or handle your princess

When I was younger, was no different

It's all effort, taste the sweat

Screamin at the earth, cause she don't hate me yet

Slug HAS to give a fuck, I know better

MAN, I'm just a rapper on luck

Still stuck in the same mind state I grew up

Still paranoid, still waitin to duck, What

Tryin not to get caught in the plague

Got a lot to say before your dumb ass walks away

Load up one verse, let it boom

Like a gunburst and left your head sun burnt

[I Self Devine]

Can I... run up in your settlement

Should I... bring wash like the government

The flow is dangerous as unguarded children

Runnin the streets in a project buildin'

So desensitized, got no feelings

Numb to the world, 6'4, with the 5 foot ceilings

The math is inaccurate, broken dialect, English ambassadors

Henesey fifth to the lips and the blunt of this

Weed call, great food, seutures, we feelin it

I be porno whipped, house looking show ownership

When we know he just a worker

Makin five fifty somethin, barely controlling shit

Keep frontin, I'ma hurt ya

Now your face getting scraped by asphalt

Off a somersault, flesh wound

Bring in a bag of salt

[cut sample]

[Musab]

Surprise y'all, come to bed

My nut stains look like wet Wonderbread

White and thick, I don't ever bite my lip

Give a damn if you like my shit Atmosphere - Flesh - http://ru.motolyrics.com/atmosphere/flesh-lyrics.html

The box is full of foxes

Standin topless, lickin the splotches

Here kid, want to sniff some coke?

Rhymesayers Entertainment, we ship the dope

Your dick's short and funny like Piscopo

Give it up, man, how you gonna stick the dough

Pay me anyway, and you can have that tramp

I can get another lady any day

They gonna ban my shit like Joe Camel

Come off like a sandal, spittin the flow ammo

Believe it, get a pack of Whitecastle Cheesesticks

And PEEP the remix

[Aesop Rock]

Smart for the whips, fiddle frame parchment

March for the clique, Jughead motor like a mineark on the power cables

Chewing through the ??? My slang letter dopeman pretty

No free pony rides, no basket of kittens

No Playdoh fun bags to reep for Christening

Little courts rainbows, Pegasus and Wizards

Just me shoving caine in the gash in your throat with the premise

Middle of New York with a sack full of action

Cash with the school kids toke crack with magnums

Def Jukie, jet black, black lungs, black hoodie

Both crushin with a musket pressed to the musk of the budget

And I'm a must of the crunk shit

YOU GET DOWN

You don't know the meaning of dope anyhow

You probably think I'm a joke by now

But we got more clay and more coke then y'all

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[scratch samples]

"Good God!"

"Oh my God"

"God, God"

"God Damn!"

"God helped me change" - Slug of Atmosphere

"Pray to God that you could be like us" - Grandmaster Flash

"God damn...damn" - Run DMC

"Oh my"

"Lord!"

"CUT!" - James Brown

"God Knows!"

"GOD GOD GOD"

"Oh Lord"

"Dear God" - Snoop Dogg

"and damn it"

"God Damn!"

"Good Lord"

[over beatbox, Girl from Atmosphere Promos]

and never forget...

God loves your ugly ass

Don't ever fucking question that