[Slug:]
Hence forth, step within my psychoan*lysis
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
f** 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 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
Cause the cramps in my stomach, dismantle
When I tamper with your amplifier, damn-you die...
[Talking:]
Why try?
The sky presents an eternally unfolding spectacle:
One moment puffs of cumulous 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 cla**ified - I've pacified
My mind with my rhyme sk**s - 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 f**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 sh**
We swarm with the bees and diseases
And even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never f** with these kids
I've swarmed with the bees and diseases
And even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never f** with these kids
[Spawn:]
Yea muthaf**a! you know who you f**in with
You know what kind a** whooping comes with this
Your whole crew could get some of this,
Your wack a** f** 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 b**h-a** 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 f**in sentence
When it's 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...