Atmosphere

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Atmosphere - Текст песни 1597

[Slug]

Hence forth, step within my psychoanalysis

callouses upon my mind make me strain for my lines

out I ripped it, squeezed 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

fuck 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, 'cause here come the judge

blasted; so pass 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

'cause the cramps in my stomach, dismantle

when I tamper with your amplifier, damn you die...

Why try?

The sky presents an eternally unfolding spectacle:

One moment puffs of cumulous clouds scatter across it

and next a billowing thunderhead

perhaps 10 miles high looms over the horizon

probing the structure of the sky...

Why try?

Cause I can read an emcee from front to back

from the cover to the classified - I've pacified
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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 triple-inch-spike protruding

from the tip of my mic distrubuting fuckin headshots

shots to your head, now you're knee-deep, you need sleep

as you trutch thru the sludge and the slugs and the bird shit

we swarm with the bees and diseases

and even if your dj was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids

I've swarmed with the bees and diseases

and even if your dj was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids

[Spawn]

Yea muthafucka! you know who you fuckin with

you know what kind of ass whooping comes with this

your whole crew could get some of this,

your wack ass fuck kids is what the subject is

roughnecks live, for only a second

then they give

oblivion's, what you've stepped in

your reps tooken, should have been lookin

I'm sick of you bitch-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

yo who will it be now? it's Spawn that emcee

complete, a true champ - stamp that on my essence

amped shootin presence, fattenin each fuckin 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 best be on your way before there's trouble...

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