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Party For The Fight To Write - Atmosphere

* intro: This is one of those songs you can clap along too...

Hides the eyes beneath the bill of the cap

Walks amoungst the flies that hover over the mat

He lies, but only when there's a reason

Mentions life by the tragedy, the comedy, the season

Poor at handling and managing income

Got enough love to pass around and then some

Been done, that there a name you can trust

Read the whole match book and put a flame to the brush

Good with packs, and rips up sacks

Put the show in biz, try to give what you get

When you let him run free with the thought

Pull the line in, try to see what you caught

I ain't all that bad, but I ain't all that great

I Went back to the lab and began to mutate

Wait. I still look the same, still got the same dumb name

Ain't a damn thing changed

But if you like surprises, I know of a party

Where they all dance around to your heart beat

Bring your own agenda and embrace your flaws

Lets put a face on this common cause

Chorus:

And he said some got pencils and some got guns

Some know how to stand and some of them run

We don't get along, but we sing the same song

Party for the fight to write, and write on

Stay gold Pony Boy, stay true outspoken

Make a record Mr. Gangster and get 'em all open

The theories, the stories, the truths, the myths

Its all therapy, on top of turntablists

This indutry's big, so big in fact (and fat?)

We can all get some, and we can give some back

And if its done correct, we'll make more than noise

So pick it up, and pick me up when you're bored with the toys

As a child Hip Hop made me read books,

And Hip Hop made me wanna be a crook

And Hip Hop gave me the way and something to say

And all I took in return is a second look

Son, you're shook, cuz ain't no such thing as half way there

Gettin' good at actin' like you just don't care

The circle of life trying to make it square condition

And self sit still

And Still.. where have all the sheep gone

Burnt down the farm and turned the TV on

John Coltrine, Marvin Gaye and Bob Marley all get invitations to my party

Chorus

And if I spent anymore time inside my head

I'd probably need some leather straps attatched to my bed

And if I go another day without eating a meal

I'm gonna show you what it means to keep it real

And if they keep shootin' guns up and down my block

I Swear to God I'll be the first one to call the cops

And if I gotta hear that song ever again

You gonna have to share some of that beer my friend

They mistake me as happy-go-lucky

Just another base-head bobbin' nobody

But from where I stand, they sould like spies

Fillin' all the children's head with lies

Well alright, get your money right

But right now tonight I want you to pick a side

So when you got your power and you got your chedder

Let's get together soldier over throw this hold and make these roads better

Bring it on.. he said bring it on (right now)

Ain't nothin' but a party y'all... lets get it on

Chorus