Atmosphere

Atmosphere - Watch Out lyrics

One little, two little, three little indie rap

Headphones, backpack, watch 'em all...

It goes watch out!

Jack the Ripper, Jack Jack the Ripper

Peace to Jack tripper and those Wellstone bumper stickers

My name is Sean and I never had dreadlocks

Instead I got an army full of women screaming Headshots!

I guess that explains it, don't it

She started to make a mark but it came apart

That's what you get for tryin' to make your little sister eat the kitty litter

Let's watch a rapper get bitter like the city winter

What the fuck you thinkin'!?

You frustrated or something? Did you have a bad week?

Man, you got issues, I feel sorry for you

Yo, shitting on me is so 2002 (Bitch!)

Turn your mic off, and turn the lights off

Whoever put your record out must have needed write-offs

Who they play when the game's in a tight spot?

Slug, you can find me in the A's of your iPod

[Chorus]

Watch out!

When the crowd gets loud

It could burn up the roof or make the walls all fall down

Watch out!

When you open up your mouth

I can smell that you don't know what you're talking about

(It goes) Watch out!

We all love a clown

But we don't wanna see you climb up out the underground

Watch out!

If you don't like the sound

Fuck you! I'm just tryin' to put it down for my home town

Cars drive by with the booming system

I must be getting old cause the bass sounds ridiculous

And nowadays, every body's biting Tupac

So fuck it, I'ma stand over here and do the moonwalk

Besides police, I've got no beef

Just me, my beliefs and my bad teeth

A cargo van and some Ant beets

Enough rap to slap you to last week

Caught between the vice and the advice

Drunk, walking out in traffic just to fly kites

Time out, the free-style rhyme out, my last rights

Fuck a classic album, give my life 5 mics

And when the smoke clears, you won't be able to suck dick

Like you did as a teenage slut trick

And with a mat on his grill, he asks "Who the fuck are you?"

Don't worry man, someday I'ma be nobody too

[Chorus]

Look, I understand your hate

When I was younger, I wanted to be LL Cool J

Then he started making records for the girls and shit

So I ripped up the Kangol and threw it away

I stole moves from KRS-One

A little Big Daddy Cane and some DJ Run

And then we took our life and made it a song

And look, nowadays Rhymesayers is on

It's the B-I-G D-A double D-Y S-E-A-N

He hasn't hit the rooftop to jump, guess he waitin'?

For what? I don't know, but who wanna come with me?

I got at least one more tool with me

So criticize me, or idolize me

Study from a distance or stand right beside me

It don't matter, just act like I know

And watch your back on the beat

Or get sacked at the free-throw

[Chorus]

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