Brief Description基本介绍歌曲：Brief Description
语言：英语
发行日期：1997-11-30
歌手：Atmosphere
所属专辑：Overcast
歌曲歌词Artist：atmosphereSongs Title：brief description[Sample: "Have you heard it? Sing along with it.If you didn't hear it you're gonna hear it right now."]Bam, the door way opened for meI saw ways and told the storyRaw day dreams of holding gloryJunior high,Hall way kingsLockin' taggin' MCsBeat boxin', breakin' Zulu Nation wannabeesIt didn't take long to see who would stay strongHigh school uponSome B-Boys put their gang bangs onBut some kept on doingStep on to ruinOthers that were pursuing the same shit we thought we ruled inBut what a surpriseThe passion for being the bestPuts a quest for allies to restDeadIn the Midwest where headsIs just a hand fullIn a land of gangstasPlayers, replacements, pricks, banjosWe scrambleTo break MCs that may appreciate itGuided by their envy insecurity and their hatredSeparated by the gimmie props techniqueAnd a desire to be the tops this weekI gotta floss the speakCause talk is cheapEven the broke kids can afford itThat's why I stand close and if you're dope then I'm supportiveBut if notWe'll keep the mic warmFor the next oneRespect the artformAnd make your wishes on the stars bornWithin the movementFact checkin' tryin' to completely avoid all channels of backsteppingFrom the lines of painted the concretethat reside on lakestreetTo the way we close our eyes to sleepAnd drift through Deep Space 9 type shitTo find thisI've been around for as long as soundI've been to that not so fresh fazeAnd that not so serious state but I've evolvedMetamorphed manifestateI used to be young, dumb and full of visionLike it was religious ritualsI made initial decisionsI wanted to be a rapper world renownedFrom Minneap to the BronxCapture girls and crownsSnap, crackle and stompThat's what I foundThe abyss that sits in-between the one that holds the mic and those thatdon't even listenFormed some crewsRocked talent shows at schoolsSaturdays on the 18 make my way down to the record poolI met a grip of people that was bullshitWas down with a lot of people that was bullshitBut I bull shit from the asshole of an angel before I let him hassle and strangleThe love triangle between me the mic and the turntableWent to studiosWe want to make demosWe want to do shows and rock our own instrumentalsDo our own productionFuckin' around with this kid KazirNitwit engineerBarely knew his own equipment, AtmosphereThe prefix was urbanWrecked showsMade friends made foesOverall we made flowsAnd right now as I sit here writing thisI'm buggin' off of the people in my life that made me like thisWithin the movementFact checkin'Tryin' to completely avoid all channels of backsteppin'From the lines of painted concretethat reside on Franklin AveTo the dead bird on the elevatorTo that short in your cross faderI never got lost laterFor efforts to pesterJust throw your hands up in the air like a leperI've been to that not so fresh fazeAnd to that not quite so serious stateMetamorph manifestateWell sometimes it rings and I don't answer itThat's it no asterisksNo thirst to find the circumstancesIt was planted in me deepIt was nurtured and it grewGave it sleep and nutritionIt was efficient let it through There are a few that have developed when I let them in my spectrumFor the rest of emI give them just enough to cause infectionNot trippin' on attentionBut if you ofer it it's welcomeOpen arms patient charmsI know the words and I can spell themSeldom is itWhen one inquisitsDo they leave with this interestIn fact most begin crave the visitsBringin' me to the tableThat's it no more no lessThe love the life the stressSlug, the mic, the messTestedYes, I've been tested and I've tested someI'm not sayin' I'm the bestBelieve I'm notLike the rest of emJust sayin' I'm better than youThat's my mind stateMy rhymes take me intoWhen I check one twoI guess some do get pissedBut intentions were to inspireBuilt the empire before I get tiredThe ones that tear me down don't know itBut they're the same ones that build meNow quiet lean your head say, "Yes you can feel me."[Sample: "Asking himself, even before the curtain goes up, what am I?I am now 80 years old, and more, and I am determined to find preciselywhat I am, what I amount to. They tell me I am everything, they flatter me everyday, of my life. I am now going to subject myself to a rigoroustest in order to find out really what I am. I don't care about? I don'tabout rule, anymore. It is of no importance to me, as such, but I mustfind out what I am before I die."]