Atmosphere - 4:30 AM lyrics

[El-P:] So Tootsie Roll the f** 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 sk**s Zoom in on braids like a John Carpenter k**s 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 a**a**inated You're nice, where you from? That's the question I ask Distraction got struck pull their heart out their a** 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, sk**s, 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:] 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 sh** 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 f** 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-and-spell 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?