Atmosphere

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Randy Mosh

As the sun sets, the moon rises with vengeance

I ask you to witness what revenge is

Moving mountains and inches

The business is resistance

Powerful as we evolve

Get involved, we can get it all

Altogether we could get it solved

Bosses that'll pay the cost

You gotta try now

We're no more than light

This is what you want in life

You've gotta shout now

Sleeping [?]

Is that what you want in life?

Hot Juba, black Buddha, smoother than Luther

Out of the womb ruthless, deliver with no toola

Rougher than loofas, clueless and ruthless considered nuisance

Barren and fruitless, no power, a cup juiceless

I aspire to inspire given devil's fire

A sin higher, make profit like Jeremiah

Turn the mercury to gold to extract worth

And my circumference trying to tell me it's a flat Earth

Elegant aggression, glamorous suppression

Ballad of the bullet, immaculate conception

And the shitty slums seeking galaxy connections

Trying to follow God, hollow like a faulty log

Han Solo in the Jedi, I'm unthawed

Hyper-vigilant and militant, en garde

Unscathed, slaves free while they unchained

Life's a maze, fiends live in concaves

I would send you back to the bowels you're born from

I raised a glass when you swallowed your forked tongue

I recognize your counterfeit confidence

Got me convinced that the crime is the consequence

You're a derivative of bullshit, literal

Unoriginal, that's why you're miserable

We had to pick up the pieces, it wasn't difficult

I guess you didn't know, your impact was minimal

The opposite of opportunism

Your costume is so transparent, now you're virtually invisible

There's no such thing as a typical individual

There's nothing left except "fuck you" on principle

Seventh of September, still running the temperature

Smoking like an ember, drinking like an amateur

Tripping like your grandpa at the strip club without his pills

Make it rain two dollar bills

Yo, peep the piece of scum, you conceded to become

Competing with me is dumb, seed it deep inside the trunk

You must be drinking cum, 'cuz you talk a lot like a cunt

Get punched and knocked out in the crosswalk right in the front

Your resistance is food for my machismo

When I push up on a fool, he's stuck on freeze mode

That ain't a full quip, riding on the Jean-Paul

I ain't got no attitude, I just got a mean soul

Everybody else telling me I needed to grow

Shut your pharmaceutical ass up, and put that weed in the bowl

Got some cancer cells to kill, now the answer from hell

So pass the bill fast, 'cuz I over pressurize my master seal

Don't over glamorize a man to kill

Don't let 'em grow up, thinking he has to actually blast to steal

And make sure they know there's more to life than just some rap skill

It's like decades later emcees get trapped still

Power to the people

Don't let a coward lead you

Can't preach to you if they don't know how to feed you

I burnt the haystack and found the needle

Then proceed to, invest the water, cows, and diesel

And sour diesel, wholesale banana trucks

Hotels in Panama, no dope sales, we're manning up

Unplug the cord, debug the store

We love the lord, but keep getting drug into war

What's the gun for? If all we're doing is talking

What are you doing marching when all of these humans starving?

The diamond's like, shine a light, they got it right

Or, we can set it off like dynamite

The balance is found, Los Angeles bound

In a van full of cannabis pounds

We came back to stick our flag in the ground

If you're down, put your damn hands to the clouds

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