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atlas - no one ever said lyrics

[intro: atlas]
no one ever said it’d be easy
no one ever said it won’t take no time
no one ever seemed to believe me
yo, yo, yo, yo

[chours: atlas]
no one ever said it’d be easy
no one ever said it won’t take no time
no one ever seemed to believe me
no one ever thought that i could make those rhymes
and no one ever said it’d be easy
no one ever said it won’t take no time
no one ever seemed to believe me
no one ever thought that i could make those rhymes

[verse 1: atlas]
young, dumb hooligan, go and make a fool of him
self once more, f-ck, bored, back to school again
finna drop out before it starts ’cause it’s foolish
when my squad makes gem sh-t
i’m feelin like a toolish friend
cooler than your average but this here is my crop
and rap sh-t to atlas is like cyclops to eye drops
i just wanna chill up in my room while i write lots
and leave at 3: am to hit the
denny’s or the ihop
i might not present myself as cogent when we meet face to face
but i’d rather lay awake than waste away and age in grey
and talents in the balance and that’s difficult to take away
no matter how often you debate my case
homie screamin’
“break his face!”
man, y’all know that ain’t protocol, boy
more the type for swordless fights and battles with the ballpoint
i’d rather hit the mall than sit and argue over small points
and if you’re interested then you can all join
why not?

[verse]
samsa’s silky smooth like almond milk
tongue like brahmin shaman smoke
they used to say
“don’t use big words you’ll alienate the common folk”
now i speak through marble monuments and aristotle quotes
multilingual linguist go from navajo to javaco to lava flow to vámonos
cats who used to hate ask me to feature now
i respond with
“hey what’s up dog, comma, no”
used to live off of ramen bowls, totino’s rolls and domino’s
now i vomit comic books and namaste’s and h0m-phones
when i was young my mom would pump apocrypha through chakra flows
slip scriptures in her c-sseroles and gospels in my pocket holes
grew up a provocateur since i was four
my mom would buy me picture books and literature
from bodega’s and corner stores
used to read about brontosaurs
a green macaw, an army corp
or superhero conflict wars, or chupacabra carnivores
hanging off my bunk bed
i would read until my arms were sore
hoping one day i would have a story or accomplish more

- atlas lyrics

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