Artist：atmosphere

Songs Title：1597

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**k 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 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

'Cause the cramps in my stomach dismantle

When I tamper with your amplifier damn you die

Why try

The sky presents an eternally unfolding spectacle:

One moment puffs of cumulous 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**kin 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 sh*t

We swarm with the bees and diseases

And even if your dj was Jesus you could never f**k with these kids

I've swarmed with the bees and diseases

And even if your dj was Jesus you could never f**k with these kids

Yea muthaf**ka you know who you f**kin with

You know what kind of a** whooping comes with this

Your whole crew could get some of this

Your wack a** f**k 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**ch-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**kin 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

Stress Beyond ANT the Slug

So you best be on your way before there's trouble