Onemosphere Atmosphere

[Intro]
You're so ugly
You're so ugly

[Verse 1]
Atmosphere, and maybe you don't like us
But of all the stars in the sky, believe we're one of the brightest
My life is as trife as your favorite rap record
And I'm possessed with that insight that enables me to laugh better
From the last letter back to the 'A', from around my way
Out of the wrapping paper without the fucking holiday
Can't never be captured, they can toy with my shell
But only after they walk a mile backwards through b-boy hell
From here on out the sun rises at noon thirty
And it ain't quit pressing till the whole f-ing room heard me
Soon the birdy will fly with or without the wings
As straight as the equator, as nosy as the owl sings
Let the poppers pop, let the breakers break
Make the DJs and the assholes and all the rappers snakes
And most graff writers are weirdos nowadays
So I hang out with myself and a rafter and a belt
Every chapter that I happen to skim
Appears if it must've been written by me or the brothers Grimm
And the moral to the story comes equipped with a sting
Once again I'm picked for the wrong fucking team (fucking team)