Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Sean Michael Daley, Anthony Jerome Davis, Lawrence Parker, Joseph Williams
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AtmosphereWatch Out Lyrics:
One little, two little, three little Indie rap
Headphones, backpack
Watch 'em all, watch 'em all
Watch 'em all, it goes 'Watch out"
Watch 'em all, watch 'em all
Jack the Ripper, Jack, Jack the Ripper
Peace to Jack tripper and those well stoned bumper stickers
My name is Sean and I never had dreadlocks
Instead I got an army full of women screamin' "Head shots"
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, shittin' on me is so 2002, bitch
Turn your mic off, and turn the lights off
Who ever 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
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 talkin' 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 boomin' system
I must be gettin' old 'cuz the bass sounds ridiculous
And nowadays, every body's bitin' 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, walkin' 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
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 talkin' 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
Look, I understand your hate
When I was younger, I wanted to be LL Cool J
Then he started makin' 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 Rhyme sayers 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
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 talkin' 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
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