Lyrics

Hey Never claimed to be Jay - Z Atmosphere's Crazy Hey hey hey There's Mobsters all inside this basement Scenes of Scoresese Hey hey hey I've been whisked out of (My Small Town) A fish out of (Yeah I'm Out Now) Fish outta water We are not in Kansas no more I don't know the rules to this here rap (no) I'm more Bambaataa than Damian Dash (no) What dudes do - In the name of cash (no) Launder to me means Laundry mat (no) Nothing can saves us we're in a Tornado Whisked to New York by the major label Strippers and money grippers in clouds of vapors Hidden pistols in a lot of these waist'es Enjoy the ride just get into the feeling You're in the hottest New York City you killing it Gang Starr on the stage you label mates Pinch yourself, slap your face - you doing great Thank the lord in heaven you ain't sporting a gold chain Stick up kids pass you Bo Ho clothes no name Cut from a different cloth destined with a different call The Illuminati y'all? - tucked rooms dark halls Hey Never claimed to be Jay - Z Atmosphere's Crazy Hey hey hey There's Mobsters all inside this basement Scenes like Scoresese Hey hey hey I've been whisked out of (My Small Town) A fish out of (Yeah I'm Out Now) Fish outta water We are not in Kansas no more Lets rock Welcome to the big city pimps and big cars Hey pretty lady I can make you a big star dig it Young blood I got two for fives Go sell this come back keep the five Then tomorrow when you show up you meet the tribe Here's a 38 snub nose we survive Pre cell phone contact Rap from way back With dread in the drop top shooting at grey Mac I told em I was gonna make it as a bar smith Spit my drama To help my momma see better The truth is these devils is way more ruthless than me or you is Get money grow wise keep it hip hop Intelligent bars until the gift stop Look your enemy in the eye don't let your chin Turn the other cheek if you want set up a head shot Pow Hey Never claimed to be Jay - Z Atmosphere's Crazy Hey hey hey There's Mobsters all inside this basement Scenes like Scoresese Hey hey hey I've been whisked out of (My Small Town) A fish out of (Yeah I'm Out Now) Fish outta water We are not in Kansas no more The difference with me I never claimed to be a Gangsta A Hustler Nor from the streets I hail from the ATL via Milwaukee and Tennessee Summers with my grandmother - I love her Out houses, well water and chicken coops Now in New York a rubber band man in every crevice Am I just wheat Satan's been waiting to sift through? Gun shots in fun spots is my issue I left Milwaukee to get away from violence Im a control freak As they say No man is an island And now I'm smack dab in the lap of pistols and whiskey Natural enemies, bravado & Hyper Masculine energy But the music is a friend to me Hip hop was born from torn streets gang violence and extreme poverty Yeah its becoming a corporate run conundrum Where century old stereotypes frequently come from But Here I am a fan that's quickly becoming someone that's a legend Laying my own pavement harden it to cement To maybe 30 years later people still will not forget Nah Arrested Development yeah never was in Kansas Just came from a small town to a big town searching for answers And giving other examples of life instead of death rep with nice bars and samples Hey Never claimed to be Jay - Z Atmosphere's Crazy Hey hey hey There's Mobsters all inside this basement Scenes like Scoresese Hey hey hey I've been whisked out of (My Small Town) A fish out of (Yeah I'm Out Now) Fish outta water We are not in Kansas no more