Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EP's is a compilation album by the Minneapolis hip hop group Atmosphere. It was released on Rhymesayers Entertainment in 2001. The album collects the previously released EP's, Ford One, Ford Two, and The Lucy EP. Listen free to Atmosphere – Lucy Ford. Discover more music, concerts, videos, and pictures with the largest catalogue online at Last.fm.

As hip-hop’s artistic boundries have stretched over the years, a small crew from the twin cities have been consistantly bringing the unknown creative void at the border and more accessable underground rap as close together as possible. At the center of the Rhymesayers crew (as if you didn’t know), is a group called Atmosphere headed by a rapper named Slug, as good at talking shit in battles as he is at trading free-form non sequitors with Dose One. The fans come from both sides of the spectrum and Slug caters to each with everything Atmosphere puts out. With every Atmosphere release these days, I get a little nervous, wondering if Slug will back into some even more off the wall Anticon-style shit. Root samsung odin. The “Ford” 12″s were good, but there were definately strong, weird tinges in them that I wasn’t feeling so much; mostly the psychotic stylings of “Lost and Found” and “They’re All Going To Laugh At You,” both produced by Dose One’s man behind the boards, Jel. Plus, the cover art from “Lucy Ford” is some really weird painted shit with an American flag, a women with a skull for a head and this strange face with huge teeth. So the weirder Slug gets, the more I worry about how much weirder he’s going to get, and how far away he’ll get from very down to earth classics such as “Snuggle” and “Primer.”

The “Lucy” portion of the EP is a step in the right direction (as opposed to the “Ford” section, which is more or less the content on the singles released earlier this year). Slug drops gems like “Tears for the Sheep,” where he laments the boring, normal lifestyle most people in his city live, and the creepy “Aspiring Sociopath,” on a similar, more focused topic. “If I Was Santa Claus” is just classic, mopey Sluggo, while “Guns and Cigarettes” is some battle shit Slug hasn’t put down since “Overcast.” “It Goes” starts off with one of the wittier verses I’ve heard him drop, taking down his style of emo-hop at the kneecaps:

With Lucy Ford, Atmosphere also finally achieved national distribution through the independent distributor Fat Beats. God Loves Ugly (2002) Atmosphere planned to release their second studio album God Loves Ugly on June 11, 2002, but experienced delays in editing. The record had more straightforward, almost battle-centric, lyrics from Slug.
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“I’ll bet my fans know me better than my friends do
because my friends don’t pay that much attention
the fans memorize every single sentence
which makes em far too smart to ever start a friendship
I need to start writing pieces about other people’s problems
cuz the strangers are starting to get worried
I’m in a hurry to try to slow the system down a bit
to find happiness before I hit 30″

But the upbeat tracks like “It Goes” seem very out of place with the otherwise extremely depressed vibe of “Lucy.” Even if Slug’s ego is huge on “Guns and Cigarettes,” he knocks himself the fuck out on the very next track with the self-indulgantly depressing “Don’t Ever Fucking Question That.” Plus, as a whole, “Lucy” is nowhere near as conceptually gripping when juxtaposed with the car theme found in “Ford” (although the transition through the commute-centered “Aspiring Sociopath” is ill). “Lucy” is just uneven, while “Ford” fortunately remains very tight.

Axis and allies game. One of the most notable things about this album is that Ant’s production has settled to where Atmosphere is getting a distinctive sound. I’m honestly not feeling the style of sped up treble-heavy loops, such as on “Don’t Ever Fucking Question That,” “It Goes” and “Like Today,” but there are some bangers here, no question. And the beats on “Ford” are still dope, especially “The Woman With the Tattooed Hands” and “Party for the Fight to Write.” “Lucy Ford” is ultimately a dope album, despite some inconsistancies, and worth checking out.

So here I am, trying to be the man, right
Using my gun to see at night, sleeping with my flashlight
In the afterlife I hope the AC works
So while I wait well I'mma pass out and taste this curb
And she attacked with flirts, smacked my nerves
Wearin that black skirt
Got my nature so hard it made my back hurt
I cracked a smirk cuz I was dumb and drunk
she gave wink and a smile and dropped a quarter in my cup
man, people are kind of odd so I keep my eyebrow raised
I only hear the words for what they mean, know what I mean?
and I do believe in God cuz I keep comin across all these fine woman
with low self esteem, yeah, you know what I mean.
I got attention deficet, I've got the bedroom eyes
I've the storms in my head, I've got my telephone voice
I've got to make a decision of whether I live or die
I'd rather just run cuz either way it's one hell of a choice
[Chorus]
my car is like my own personal universe
she's my drug and it only takes twelve bucks to fill her up
but in my galaxy there ain't no room for Earth
so I'm leavin it cuz I can feel the oil pressure building up
turning over the ignition of my solar system
check the gauges, push in the tape, put my foot on the break
shift existance, light my cigarette
and take it state to state until I crash into my fate
now I'm giving back everything they gave me, not a damn thing
it'll take me more than a good DJ to save me, and I'm not dancing
I can't seem to make up my bed, much less my mind
so I'm a take another puff to my head, and press rewind
I wish this car had cruise control, so I can rest my legs
I've got this itch to prove my soul, and test my fate
doing hunny(hundred) in a sixty five, got stopped by a copper
caught, spotted, and radared by a chopper
wisconsin style, over the limit by forty miles
watch me smile, cuz I ain't been around here for a long while
grabbed my paper, gave her thanks, have a nice day
yo, word of advice, trade the doughnuts in and gets some rice cakes
back to my travels, running from my shadows
passin hitchhikers and bikers honkin the horn harrasin the cattle
hair back sticking to the seat, sweat drippin from the heat
diggin through a cooler of gruel, I'm looking for something to eat
yo, there's a Hardee's at the next spot
don't wanna, but I need ta'
cuz I'm craving something to chase the taste of this tequila
(uhh, yeah, you guys got value meals? can you put some barbecue
sauce.. I wanna honey bun. change that shit. I want chicken pebbles.
no, onion bun, onion bun. onion rings. extra pork. word up. can you
supersize that? yo girl, you got kind of a pretty voice. yo girl, what
time yu get off work?)
90 east towards Chicago, on my way to Cincinnati
I won't ever let em catch me, and I won't ever make em happy
watch your wives and your daughters when I'm passin through the
hometown, castin line into the water, catchin goldfish out your bowl
and I'm as cool as the cat that came to school just for lunch
I'm the rebel pissin in the public pool, just for fun
I speed in the sun, everyone is speakin in tounges
find the talk radio station, yo, turn it up so it bumps
don't cry, girl, I'm out and I'm a make my way east
cuz everyone in my world is takin my peace
I need release, and I don't think I'm a find it in between your legs
yo, I'm just jokin, only going to the corner to get some eggs
so while she starts makin the coffee I toss my bags in the back seat
and I can remember it all like it must have happened last week
sometimes I stop to think, for all the money I've spent
how I'd rather live in a tent than bust my ass to pay the rent
but I'm eager to pay my dues, and I'd be glad to pay the tollbooth
and I've agreed to sing the blues ever since the

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