atmosphere's 'trying to find a balance' finds slug pouring out his lyrics in a rage upon those that want to crucify him and/or worship him/mock him or celebrate him.
there are very few sacred cows in the is song - he finds bitter bile for those who live to eat, to drink, to defecate, to procreate and who will leave nothing behind but their credit card bills having added nothing to the world but their own evil intentions.
it is perhaps a condition of being an artist to at times respond at the tipping point when the need to put something back out into the world rather than just let it pass by as if it was nothing but for one's own entertainment.
he has equal scorn for those who would co-opt hip-hop for their own ends and shows his passionate knowledge of the genre when he refers to krs-1's 'my philosophy'.
so this one is dedicated to artist surrounded by fools who will leave the world untouched by their passing except for the crappy things they bought as if the world was nothing but a giant sized wal-mart.
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