Atmosphere - 1957 lyrics

Hence forth; step within my psychoan*lysis 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 comes 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 'Cause the cramps in my stomach, dismantle When I tamper wit your amplify, you damned; you die Why try? The sky presents an eternally unfolding spectacle One moment puffs of cumulus clouds skitter 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 cla**ified I've pacified my mind with my rhyme sk**s I climb hills and leap Foolish twits with a single bound Sending tingles down your spine, designed to swing and pound This ax-handle-tripled-inch-spike protruding From the tip of my mic, distrubutin' f**in' headshots Shots to your head Now you're knee-deep, you need sleep As you trudge through the sludge and the slugs and the bird sh** 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 Yea muthaf**a! You know who you f**in' with You know what kind a**-whooping comes with this Your whole crew can get some of this You whack-as-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**h-a** crews when You tried take what's not your's but you couldn't Take mine, your fake rhymes, spit them you shouldn't What will it be now? Another victory Ey-yo, who will it be now? It's Spawn, that emcee Complete, a true champ, stamped that on my essence Amped shootin' presence, fatten 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? Stress, Beyond, ANT, and Sluggo So you best be on your way before there's trouble, crumble