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Atlas Sound - Текст песни 4: 30 Am
(Anonymous)
 Why don't you get the fuck back to your seat 'cause I don't like you!
 (Slug)
 Hey Spawn tell me a joke
 Hahahahaha
 Hey yo Spawn, what you doing?
 Hahahaha!
 (Slug)
 I sever heads just to sharpen my skills
 Zoom in on braids like a John Carpenter kills
 Surprise, that's the element, your confidence is delicate
 Never recuperates, I leave your mutant sell of it
 Break the victim down to a jelly consistency
 The brain twisted spits, now tell me who gets with me
 I felt they were listening and the smell of fear amps me
 Sweet tooth, room full of candy wrappers, I get antsy
 Mission activated, attention captivated
 Vocals ring bring the so-called king unstages assassinated
 You're nice, where you from?
 That's the question I ask
 Distraction got struck pull their heart out their ass
 To blast this nuclear, when the crew appears
 So sheek shelter, the only helpful advice
 Is that you should steer clear of the exits
 I take reps and make messes
 Broken, when the spot closes we're off to breakfast
 Invested breath, skills, adrenaline
 Refill the guth into my hut to build with the pentagon
 From Henipen to Lexington the first section conquered
 Laid seeds in the soil, preeped to props and on'em???
 (Spawn)Atlas Sound - 4: 30 Am - http://ru.motolyrics.com/atlas-sound/4-30-am-lyrics.html
 It's 4:30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
 It's 4:30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
 It's 4:30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
 It's 4:30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
 (Slug)
 Can't expect everyone to see shit the way I see it
 Can't expect anyone to be dope the way I be it
 So be it, atmospherly stew like sunbeams
 To snap you like a bungee when the Sayers takes the country
 Hungry, and this emptyness makes me grumpy
 Take an emcee, stuff him between some bread cheese and lunch me
 It's just a snack, rely on Ant to thrust a track
 Into the mind as I slip behind the whack and crush his back
 Must react, if we don't we have no work
 So I stomp them, let a steam remove remains upon the astroturf
 Now who's eager? To be made a believer?
 It wakes the dead when I shake a rival's head until his teeth hurt
 Need jerk, when I yank your brain into a beaver
 And melt the weak channels in your receiver
 You need to keep your beaver in your pants
 Fuck your leisure and your plans
 I wear a Van Halen T-shirt
 Bust a stance and crush your plans
 It's all inside the flows balance, we figure well
 Your style has the personality of a speak????
 You need development to reach the plateau I'm at
 So take a fat step back so I don't mistake you as a bat
 (Spawn)
 It's 4:30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
 It's 4:30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
 It's 4:30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
 It's 4:30 AM, do you know where your head's at?

















