Heart Atmosphere

"You see, what you mistake for madness is just over acuteness of the senses
And now it came to my ears a low, dull sound
Such as a watch makes when wrapped in cotton
I knew that sound too. It was the beating of the old man's heart."

Man, I'm telling you some motherfuckers just have no kind of heart man
Serious man, motherfuckers man, these motherfuckers have no self respect and shit man
I don't wanna pay no dues, just wanna drop like a fucking LP tomorrow..
And then to top it off, these motherfuckers, they don't have no heart to their music, you know what I mean?
Sound like little girls and shit..

[Intro]
If you respect yourself
If you respect yourself
If you respect yourself
If you respect yourself
If you respect yourself

[Verse 1]
Do you--
Now, it started off rather basic
Just some small scale dabblin' confined to the basement
Never knew I'd grow into this full time user
Never figured that I was a winner or a loser only did the due to
Have fun and only got with a crew
Because it seemed natural to have one
Capture the life in the form of the grip around the mic hold it
Right like a love hold it tight with plight fortifies my
Existence reinforces my position in this course that I'm sticking to my path now
I can see it all laid out in my past while trying to catch what it's about in my last breath
Pull the toxins in, and I bet death's about to box me in, but before this bitch comes to get some
I'mma do my job on this m-i-c, and feed you a thick one