Hence forth; step within my psychoan*lysis
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
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, cuz here comes 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 wit your amplify, you damned; you die
Why try?
The sky presents an eternally unfolding spectacle
One moment puffs of cumulus clouds skitter 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 cla**ified
I've pacified my mind with my rhyme sk**s
I climb hills and leap
Foolish twits with a single bound
Sending tingles down your spine, designed to swing and pound
This ax-handle-tripled-inch-spike protruding
From the tip of my mic, distrubutin' f**in' headshots
Shots to your head
Now you're knee-deep, you need sleep
As you trudge through the sludge and the slugs and the bird sh**
We swarm with the bees and diseases
And even if your DJ was Jesus, you could never f** with these kids
I've swarmed with the bees and diseases
And even if your DJ was Jesus, you could never f** with these kids
Yea muthaf**a! You know who you f**in' with
You know what kind a**-whooping comes with this
Your whole crew can get some of this
You whack-as-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 tooken, should have been lookin'
I'm sick of you b**h-a** crews when
You tried take what's not your's but you couldn't
Take mine, your fake rhymes, spit them you shouldn't
What will it be now? Another victory
Ey-yo, who will it be now? It's Spawn, that emcee
Complete, a true champ, stamped that on my essence
Amped shootin' presence, fatten each f**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?
Stress, Beyond, ANT, and Sluggo
So you best be on your way before there's trouble, crumble