[size=08pt]I'm Atmoshperic, my element's beats and Rappin' Lyrics
makin' fake M.C.'s shake, as soon as those Faggots Hear It
I ride Tracks Sincere, It's not just a Hobby To Me
no Shotties, Uzis, rides with rims, ice or Sloppy Groupies
strictly Hip Hop, So Purely put, I ain't Chasin' No Beef
just Sayin' My Piece, I'd never Associate With Police
I Take To The Streets, reppin' and they Realize That
I'm a Live Cat, my doggs'll tell you; I've Arrived, Back
on board, foo's just Type Wack rhymes, so I'm Noticin'
I'm West Coastin' & Openin' mind spans, Broke And Thin
future's lookin' Hopeless, Grim, Negative And Worse
it's like I'm Livin' Cursed, yet everytime I Spit A Verse
the Shit's Reversed, I'm emersed in Musical Euphoria
I'm driven by the very vision Fused Into My Corneas
I Truly Am A Warrior, Battlin' Hate & Staggerin' Satan
Mashin' And Blazin', all while defyin' Classification
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