מילים לשיר Blamegame – Atmosphere

Yo yo yo.
That could wipe that smile right off of your face
I wish that I had something to say
Here take my hand pretend you know my man Blame it all on the game, blame it all on the game
(Sample)
(???) is a thing that we love
So here's another one to get jealous of.do it Ja!(?) (Slug)
So put your hand up if you remember the Juice Crew
They don't make em' like they used to
This supposed to be the new school?
How long you been famous?
Your guns are aimless, songs are nameless
I claim this region 200 hundredTwin Cities' flavors RhymeSayers got the tastiest
And you can hate me, it's part of the territory
And live out your own life to the fullest
As long as you know it's impossible to ignore me
From middle fingers to hugs, tofu to the drugs
The fights fist(?), might as well just take pictures of Slug
Why you starin' at my feet when you're standin' in this bullshit?
You could never learn how to ride a bike without balance
So what's the point of trying to grab the mic without talent
Wanna be the basement's greatest? Too late, already took that!
Go get your brakes looked at, you fuckin' fake hood rat
Father knows best, but Father knows stress
Damn he could use a good home cooked meal
But Father needs love, a back rub, and some rest
Been burnin' both ends since he broke the seal
Up, up and away, watch him take off
Give himself a little hell and quit the day job
And ignite the sunlight, tryin' to write about life
About face(?), break the fear, and you're here till the plight(?) And I wish that I had something to say
That could wipe that smile right off of your face
Here take my hand pretend you know my name
And blame it all on the game, blame it all on the game (Slug)
Wearin' a face that they should save for they opponents
Cat's be walkin' into the spot like they own it
With the shoelaces tied, you're(?yet?) too wasted to drive
Either way I've arrived to bless this place with my vibe
Yeah right, my vibe ain't even cool
I sit in the corner and drink until I slur and drool
The tKill time, not life, grab the mic and let the beat go
(Beat go beat go beat go)
But that's good for me,
It's hard to hide a magic card when you wear a short sleeve
Tryin' to replace everything that they ripped off from me
Force feed what I've got when they not hungry
Below the tummy, and choke the dummy theory
Keep it all simple, a simplistic intricate(?)
Beat the point dead until these folks hear me clearly
Reprogram, a world full of slow jams
Rebuild the robots with little hands and finger tips
Why go (???) talk
Grab the prize and clutch it tight with both hands
Anyone that calls this fall off(?) can suck my balls off
I ain't goin' nowhere, I'm still here, right here
Same spot that I stood when you first woke up
The same MC still runnin' on an empty tank of luck
The same guy that grabbed the mic and made your girl wanna fuck And I wish that I had something to say
That could wipe that smile right off of your face
And blame it all on the game, blame it all on the game
And I wish that I had something to say
Here take my hand, pretend you know my name
That could wipe that smile right off of your face
Come here take my hand, pretend you know.know.know
Blame it all on the game (Blame it all on the game) (x10) Because of the beats other rhymes, when in fact it did (?whole line?)(Sample).