Текст песни Atmosphere - 1597

[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*ck 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...

[Talking]
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 distributing f*ckin 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 sh*t
We swarm with the bees and diseases
And even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never f*ck with these kids
I've swarmed with the bees and diseases
And even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never f*ck with these kids

[Spawn]
Yea muthaf*cka! You know who you f*ckin with
You know what kind ass whooping comes with this
Your whole crew could get some of this,
Your wack ass f*ck 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 b*tch-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 f*ckin 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...