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ATMOSPHERE lyrics : "1597"

[Slug]
Hence forth, step within my psycho!@#^ysis
callouses upon my mind make me strain for my lines

out I ripped it, squeeeeezed the brain: it made some liquid
drained it in a cup and then I sipped it
Atmosphere! The mic let me clutch it

thoughts take flight so fit the Slug in your pipe and take a puff kid
$#&@ it! I heat it like a tea pot - steam hot
upon the roof: shoot a marble with the verbal slingshot

take aim, here I came, I'm the same
Back in '86, I'da tag my name upon your window pane
stained the mind: a deep shade of residue

voices within the head make choices multiple
multiply Spawn, Slug a little buzz
and Atmosphere the scuds, cuz here come the judge

blasted; so past the kid a mic so we can paint this
image of the gifted-anxious, to flip the language
it's the noun meltdown from the outer-shell

now smell the burning flesh fresh from the hell-bound
and come on down here, this mind path, I'm half-
mathematic Atmospheric staff with the rhyme craft

comin to capture, your after-laughter
while I'm hangin from this rafter, I have to rip this rapture
cuz the cramps in my stomach, dismantle

when I tamper wit your amplify, you damn-you die...

Why try?

The sky presents an eternally unfolding spectacle:
One moment puffs of###ulous clouds get across it
and next a billowing thunderhead

perhaps 10 miles high looms over the horizon
probing the structure of the sky...
Why try?


[Slug]
Cause I can read an emcee from front to back

from the cover to the classified - I've pacified
my mind with my rhyme skills - I climb hills
and leap, foolish twitch with a single bound

sending tingles down your spine, designed to swing a pound
this ax_handle_tripled inch_spike_protruding
from the tip of my mic distrubuting $#&@in headshots

shots to your head, now your're knee-deep, you need sleep
as you trutch thru the sludge and the slugs and the bird %#@!
we swarm with the bees and diseases

and even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never $#&@ with these kids
I've swarmed with the bees and diseases
and even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never $#&@ with these kids


[Spawn]
Yea mutha$#&@a! you know who you $#&@in with

you know what kind $$# whooping comes with this
your whole crew could get some of this,
your wack $$# $#&@ kids is what the subject is

roughnecks live, for only a second
then they give oblivion's, what you've stepped in
your reps token, should have been lookin

I'm sick of you (*##$-ass crews when:
you tried take what's not your but 'cha couldn't
take mine, your fake rhymes - spit them you shouldn't

what will it be now? another victory
ayo who will it be now? it's Spawn that emcee
complete, a true champ - stamped that on my essence

amped shootin presence, fattenin each $#&@in sentence
when its time, then it's time to go
that's what I know, be rippin mics at every show we flow

but who's got my back though?

[Slug]

Stress, Beyond, ANT, the Slug

[Spawn]

so you bests be on your way before there's trouble...

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