Cryptic One - Adversity Strikes lyrics

[Intro] You know, sometimes we're not prepared for adversity, when it happens sometimes we're caught short; we don't know exactly how to handle it...when it comes up. Sometimes we don't know just what to do when adversity takes over, and I have advice for all of you [Hook: Vast Aire] I'm from the Atoms Fam and it's the small things that count And the atom is a small thing with a large destruction amount [Verse One: Vast Aire] I want to live a long life (life) I don't want to disappear with the sunrays when they fall over the mountain So until then, life maintains Callises, the antimantium nutshell frame This sh** ain't cotton-candy; ponies The alarm sounds I wake up in an ebony mahogany poverty stricken By the lightning rods that came from grey clouds with a silver lining Sparsely painted, outlined even, but purposely tainted So I can misread the guidelines of the sky's limit On the sidelines in small print written in bluish tint I think hard Like Christopher Wallace with a cheeseburger on his mind in his last minutes Damn, you gotta excuse my French Sometimes I speak in kissing swords but I don't know how to fence But these words will make your head bop, but you lost hold Like the 39 souls that were told To hold on to the tail-end of the Hale-Bopp Divine parasites? Put a muzzle on it Reality Bites Yo kid I'm Christ-like, like HAL Rhymes are flows and I walk among them Like a traitor within a crew of thirteen With a cellular fingertip as E.T. to make contact with the unseen You tellin lies wearin gasoline Levi's Cause man was made to crawl, to walk, but never to fly It's in our genes, I'm trying to close the gap that bleeds While you continuously bite the hand that feeds My life has become an odd number while you slept in Wonder the rings that I've conquered through pondering Through sentences I run after I leave the track And cross the finish line in four minutes flat I'm a peaceful cat but I respect beef like a Hindu And cross that fine line and Atoms will feast on idiom barbecue [Hook] "One plus one get it together" [Verse Two: Vast Aire] Swingin at my man but got trapped in a vast nucleus In order to keep face, I make up for the blemished surface Commercial hip-hop is like dermatology They only study the surface of the common shell (you know?) Must one fail for another to pa**? Said by a wise man watching a fool pull a mule's a** You know us black kids we all look alike So I'm born without a face cause I don't want to be like Mike Unless he comes from starvin' Happy Harlem Where that name is a pun cause when you hungry it ain't fun man And these crooks 'r' us toy guns Play with guns in the back of alleys Yes- falling leaves from disfunctional family trees Daughters and sons Yeah, I hold all my rhymes in my palm so when I drop lines They're sometimes deeper than a Penny that dwells within the bottom of a thirsty wishing well in Hell So appreciate these outspoken tokens From a member of the Starship Enterprise who built with the last Vulcan And I'm from the Atoms Fam and it's the small things that count And the atom is a small thing with a large destruction amount