Atoms Family Small Violins Lyrics

Small Violins Lyrics

Steve Buscemi: “You know what this? It’s the world’s smallest
violin.”

It’s like this when my mic hits your scalp like
nightsticks
[And mites bit] so I can turn on the light switch
Do you mind
[with] my rhyme shit?
Create a climate that’s timeless and climb
cliffs
Obstacles become goals
Thanks to impossible flows
The ranks are
my [apostles who grow]
Why you posture for gold?
You perpetrate for
platinum
Serve the fake for satisfaction
Resurrect
For respect
With
my mic check
Don’t write checks my ass can’t cash
If Hip
Hop’s dead then I’m a necrophiliac
Digging out backs and feeling
tracks when I rack
Full Metal Jacket rapid [tacks]
Stanley Kubrick with
two clicks for faggots on some bullshit
My twenty-one gun salute says,
“Fuck you”
Have you fools swinging from your neck like truck
jewels
I play the background
My rap sounds lay the smackdown on you whack
clowns
With pen hits
Blending with tremendous
Vengeance, sentence,
weapons
Implemented with aggression
Just to teach a lesson
That
Alaska’s a bastard
Whose genetic patterns spelled backwards spells
disaster for the masses

It takes forty seconds to percolate my
sensation
Reduce the [census mention]
In the state I meant to
mingle
Case and passions are a bliss
Special [shripulation]
Split if
the issues react
[Thought the boy] inverted
Up you, Mr. Wizard, tissue
paper
Situated
Systematic
Pistol-packing
Crystal-cracking
Mental-lacking
False
picture painting

Second going on third generation imitation
Soon
enough, it’ll be disintegrated
With the [ syntom ] crates
[Hand
golf], milk carton, missing children
Kissing [buildings]
Listen
pilgrim
[Let’s bark]
Plenty fill
In the dark
Many
will
Trends start
And they will
And it kills my ears
When I listen
to them
[I’m dissin’ fluid]
All ya want to be
[Mr. Glue,
Principal]
[Simon spend, swing now]
[Surreal]
Cerebral
It’s
not for real
It’s just surreal
[Furina]
Curiosity drilled the
life into the black cat
Purina
Shake 108-9877
[Sit dependent round the
shriff]
Like [pensive] spaces, arenas
The air of the addict
Dust
particles
Bust colorful
Plus parts tickle touch mark spickle
emcees
Lose darts, single pop
Ice pickle shelf
Nice and dark
Knock
on nocturnal lark
I [be] touch shark bite, sharp light, ginsu, pen you, swim
through, menu, men knew me
Past life, bliss, God, this pride
[I blast
off]
Like alien tongues, no failure is spun, I listen to the songs of whales
when I’m done, and sail to the Sun (sail to the Sun, sail to the
Sun)

This environments [the violets]
And fighting violence
Small
violins playin’ sad songs
Tryin’ kids
Every closed eyelid
ain't sleepin'
Every man ain't even
Some of us are odd
Some of us
think we're god
Some are lost in the fog
We refuse to be a cog
In the
machine killin' man
Atoms Fam
Sabotage without a plan
When the oven
gets too hot
We jump back in the fryin' pan

Upon ingestion of this
rhyme
Your mind’ll lose its focus
[Ostics] kaleidoscopic
And the
lights flash strobic
Close, tight rhymes
Cause minds to feel
claustrophobic
As we walk the fine line between emcee kind and spoken
poets

And most hold it between their molar and incisor
And I thrust
my head in disgust
But some use their heads and discuss
These rhymers,
and utilize the rhyme as fertilizer
“What’s this the
bomb?”
Shit, I’m the timer
Mission: slowly ticking, never
repetitive,
Slowly approaching close to u negative
You,
negatives
Location of u zeros is my destination
Not for prolonged stays,
but to ignite the rhyming detonation
Listen, my position’s parallel to
time
I can’t be stopped, slowed, contained, or explained when I
rhyme
So accept it that I’m the exception to the rule
And I rule,
so accept it, fool
A dispersal of your molecules is imminent
Beware the
quotes of intelligence
That float with the elegance of flights [of]
pelicans
And I’ll be brief, tight
Mental boxing and a
fight
Where?
In the underwood, body blows
Lefts and rights
Your
glass jaw shattered beyond mending
The timer reverses towards ten, now
slowly ascending

Swift like the Golden Leopard
And I’m stabbing
Westward
[Thawing] breath down my chest
So I’m under
pressure
Through the [passin’ it in gift]
My gems, well
treasured
To those who diss it
I’m the standard to which they
measure
You can never get
With the proper etiquette
Spittin’ out
rhetoric
With incomplete measurements
Your whole style, I prefaced it
I
better than replenished [the jazz]
Intent to step on stage, with your lyrical
deficit
Your incongruence was my best defense
Raw [toward] geographies,
all my natural residents
Many righteous men have labeled me heaven
sent
My evidence is how I represent, on a constant
True it’s been
said that you’re one of the illest yet
But how you gonna shine, when
you’re standing in [Chasm’s] silhouette

This environments
[the violets]
And fighting violence
Small violins playin’ sad
songs
Tryin’ kids
Every closed eyelid ain't sleepin’
Every
man ain't even
Some of us are odd
Some of us think we're god
Some are
lost in the fog
We refuse to be a cog
in the machine killin' man
Atoms
Fam
Sabotage without a plan
When the oven gets too hot
We jump back in
the fryin’ pan
And I ain't lyin’ man