[Verse 1: Slug]

How you like me now? I'm gettin' busier

I'm double barrel, huntin' me a grizzly bear

I'm an arrow, aimed at the sun

My number's seven, that's six-plus-one

Never had a gun, but as a kid I used to front

'Cause I wasn't trynna be nobody's punk

I used to run with the ones that would squeal, "Keep it real!"

While they distorted their reality with alcohol and blunts

Now I'm grown up, got the mic sewn up

Spent enough time getting drunk and throwin' up

And I've been livin' in someone's livin' room for a year

Back and forth, between the record store and here

So I'll be damned if I loved you, rapper

You can all eat dick, big label and independent

As far as I'm concerned, you're all germs

Only ones I fuck with are the ones that I'm friends with

[Hook x2: Slug with samples]

Atmosphere! ("Jump in the air!")

Yeah!!! You remember?

Atmosphere! ("The atmosphere!")

("Punks I know ain't nobody [?]")

You know what?

[Verse 2: Slug]

Y'all fools ain't hard, just a bunch of stiff nipples

Bendin' over and blowin' like the wind in the willows

From the steel-toe to the helmet

This soldier is well trained, at how to touch a brain with a felt tip

Pucker up buttercup, enough is enough

Kids is on the nuts like my dick was a bus

I'm like, "What the...?" - Fuck it, I'm like, "Where?"

All you got is a mad face, wack beats, and pretty hair

So while you try to find some trend to ride

I'm inside your girlfriend, fuckin' with your pride

Rhymesayers for life, run free forever

Climbing in your ear, to jest it, infest it

[Hook x2: Slug with samples]

Atmosphere! ("Jump in the air!")

Yeah!!! You remember?

Atmosphere! ("The atmosphere!")

("Punks I know ain't no [?]")

[Bridge: Slug]

You wanna battle? Man, act your age!

You paid to get in, and I'm about to go on stage

Just give me a pound and I'll assume that you're down

With the plan to expand and make room for the underground

[Verse 3: Slug]

No punchlines left

I took a step back to take a look and make the most of my breath

Kept a close eye on that closed eye

You wanna post high, but you rolled in and got no style

Y'all are pork, put a cork in that leak

It's hard to believe they even let you in the club

Do you work here or something? Is the door-man your cousin?

Or maybe you're the one suckin' dick and givin' back rubs?

Lost - But you act like you're not

Cost - How much they want for that spot?

Tossed - And when it landed it broke

Y'all fools can't handle the weight - so you choke

Sure as the snow is gonna gonna come down

My people'll be plantin' seeds in your hometown

With a remote control even you can behold

All the boulders that get rolled now - Roll out!!!

[Outro]

Atmosphere! ("Jump in the air!")

Come on, Yeah!!!! You remember?

Atmosphere! ("The atmosphere!")

("Punks I know ain't no [?]")

Atmosphere! ("Jump in the air!")

Yeah! You remember?

Atmosphere!

[?Think] once motherfuckers!!!

Atmosphere! (In the air!)

Sit down, shut the fuck up, and surrender (In the air!)

I said, sit down, shut the fuck up, and surrender (In the air!)

Sit down, shut the fuck up, and surrender (This goes for those who get the atmosphere)