Atmosphere - 1597 lyrics

[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...