Atmosphere 1957 Lyrics

1957 Lyrics

[Slug]

 Hence forth, step within my psychoanalysis

 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

 fuck 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 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

 cuz the cramps in my stomach, dismantle

 when I tamper wit your amplify, you damn-you die...

 

 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 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_tripled inch_spike_protruding

 from the tip of my mic distrubuting fuckin 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 shit

 we swarm with the bees and diseases

 and even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids

 I've swarmed with the bees and diseases

 and even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids

 

 [Spawn]

 Yea muthafucka! you know who you fuckin with

 you know what kind ass whooping comes with this

 your whole crew could get some of this, 

 your wack ass fuck 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 bitch-ass 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 fuckin 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 bests be on your way before there's trouble...