Atlas (Lyrics) I ain't written a sixteen in what feels like centuries Twenty bars plus every time that’s how it feels it's meant to be No plaques up but if we’re talking skills they mention me At least they should though It's possible I'm still a little salty, best believe I'm good though Interject the laws of cause & effect overstood those Understand, my aim was to do good and not just do well They're underhand for the hundred grand Teaching my son, to be a man from the son of man To make a plan and to never try to stunt on fam I'm heavy on wax, two hundred grams And only write during naps, so I'm focused right now Shot my own vid at home, I'm in focus right now My inner faith found a dinner plate in letters made of Scarlett Bought a new interface I'm in Focusrite now Beats, bars, scratching, running the boards Pick one or become as useful as the blunt end of a sword That’s what they first told me when I wanted to record But I choose them all and shouted “blasphemy!” The Swiss Army knife will hack them all ‘Cause these times they are a changing and to be a jack of all (Trades) is actually mastery Last to be asked to be a feature Since I leveled up, y’all don’t wanna wrestle with the creature But for now, I’ll gladly sit back and be the teacher from the Atlas Was dying my back blown from The Atlas My spine and my backbone will finally crack? (No) ‘Cause I’m finally back home in the Atlas Was dying my back blown from The Atlas My spine and my backbone will finally crack? (No) ‘Cause I’m finally back home in the Atlas I travel to a whole other plane, than most cats be on The next nebula and realm way past beyond The mission Apollo, a paradox to follow ‘Cause to blast off the path you’ve got to splash the lawn Plant then water it, the grass is gone, but God grows it to polish it On my Nasir call me Nasty Nom Listening to Nom is like , listening to “Nom is Like" Preemo was my teacher so they're listening to Nomis like, "whoa" I was birthed from the old school, learn from these young bucks Unearthed in these Pro Tools The Middle ground, it's crazy we ain't so little now Bewilderment has changed into pity My idols have fallen, and haven't stopped complaining since Diddy Cool, you be angry I'll be claiming my city (O’Side) ya’ll resurrected the Oracle Gentrification made my location unaffordable I bounced, V-Town then San Marcos room and board I fold the booth up Thank God that the Atlas is portable On some broke rapper steady chasing my dreams ish The birth of Malachi steady making my dream shift These hospital bills they ain't cheap But the Gospel can heal, so there we placed our worries and leaned it When the sky fell at least then it seemed it But my Rock provided way more than I could ever have dreamed it in the Atlas Was dying my back blown from The Atlas My spine and my backbone will finally crack? (No) ‘Cause I’m finally back home in the Atlas Was dying my back blown from The Atlas My spine and my backbone will finally crack? (No) ‘Cause I’m finally back home in the Atlas Your boy forever hungry so I made a plate I’m married to the message you can save the date Soundscapes provided now by KDaGreat Your boy forever hungry so I made a plate I’m married to the message you can save the date Soundscapes provided now by KDaGreat