Atmosphere - Party For The Fight To Write
* 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 [slug] 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 Read The Whole Match Book And Put A Flame To The Brush Been Done, That There A Name You Can Trust 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 Where They All Dance Around To Your Heart Beat Ain't A Damn Thing Changed But If You Like Surprises, I Know Of A Party 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 This Indutry's Big, So Big In Fact (and Fat?) Its All Therapy, On Top Of Turntablists 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 And Hip Hop Made Me Wanna Be A Crook As A Child Hip Hop Made Me Read Books, Son, You're Shook, Cuz Ain't No Such Thing As Half Way There And Hip Hop Gave Me The Way And Something To Say And All I Took In Return Is A Second Look Gettin' Good At Actin' Like You Just Don't Care And Self Sit Still The Circle Of Life Trying To Make It Square Condition And Still.. Where Have All The Sheep Gone John Coltrine, Marvin Gaye And Bob Marley All Get Invitations To My Party Burnt Down The Farm And Turned The Tv On 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 But From Where I Stand, They Sould Like Spies Just Another Base-head Bobbin' Nobody Well Alright, Get Your Money Right Fillin' All The Children's Head With Lies 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
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