Atmosphere 1597 Lyrics

[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
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 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
cuz the cramps in my stomach, dismantle
when I tamper with your amplifier, d___ you die...

Why try?
The sky presents an eternally unfolding spectacle:
One moment puffs of c__ulous 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
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 f___in 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 s___
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

[Spawn]
Yea m____fucka! you know who you f___in with
you know what kind of 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 tooken, should have been lookin
I'm sick of you b____-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
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 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?

[Slug]
Stress, Beyond, ANT, the Slug

[Spawn]
so you best be on your way before there's trouble...