Tracksmart - ATMOSPHERE, Mr. Gene Poole

It’s not about rap ballads or who can flow the best

what kind of dressing you gonna have with your life salad?

French

yes.thank you very much.

On to the next

(Slug)

Yo you rappers eludin' but that’s nothin' new.

I still stick to my duty, to kick something true.

Still if you wanna boo me we can do this in a circle of peers

tell your bitch to kick a beat so I can work you to tears

I’ve made a full of strangers throw hands in the air

I know you sense danger I can see it in your stare

Don’t provoke anger when the mic’s in my hand

cause if I get that spark i’m quick to rip apart your plans

Yo Ant, let’s keep this one accesible

Take the fruits that wanna test these bros and make em' vegetable

just to let em know that the course tastes pure

Pissed off all the local rappers so it’s time to go on tour

I’m sure, so I never break a sweat when a fate steps

instead I break that snake’s neck and take his breath

Half the time half of em don’t catch the rhymes

they need they friends with to show em how we wax behinds

Please fool, hella stupid i’m assumin'

probably couldn’t even rock your own family reunion

and i’m through with the politicket.

Rhymesayers on a mission, watch the following thinkin', motherf**ka

(Mr. Gene Poole)

I stick two fingers through his nostrils and a thumb through his mouth and

swing em' like a bowling ball make em' strike the f**k out.

Take a hook and stab it through his back and curve it around his spine and

throw em out by the lili pads and wait for a hit on my line

Cause this rap shit makes me wanna catch niggas like catfish,

chop em up into steaks and sop em up off the plate with biscuits

and rice.

I put the hand of the one that likes to hold mics in a vice,

make sure he never writes in his life.

When its time for me to display (stay the f**k out the way),

and when its time for you to dj you gon' play what I say.

The word for the day is Fette cash lessons.

Get ready to mash when I give the word don’t ask questions

Pack yo shit, dont smack yo bitch, leave peacebly

cause these’ll be vital elements of livin' feasibly.

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the urban?

mocha latte, Saint Paul nigga rockin the uptown partay

like coca angel vatte, I provide that mental rush and that physical feelin like

yo whole worlds being dusted.

Be hushed when you see me in deep thought,

hand clutched interrupt and you just might be caught then crushed

(Slug)

Yo yo I quit frontin' really really

I know wrong and right, wrote my songs, shed light to promote a longer life.

When I reflect that night I seek light in the confusion, I stick to the music

and skip the baggage of delusion.

Managed to come through and i’m in the minimalism yo the damage is due it’s

time to climb to catch a vision.

Yo i’ve had it with you and the terms which I

work

cause it matta to you, the flight’s cursed, I might burst

challengin who?

Balance the mood, yo Stress let’s gather the crew,

commence to wreck shit then exit.

I’d rather that you,

throw your hands in the air and if that’s too demanding you can stand there and

stare.