1597 Lyrics - Overcast - Atmosphere

[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 

Fuck 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 damned; you die 

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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? 

[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 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' fuckin' 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 shit 

We swarm with the bees and diseases 

and even if your DJ was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids 

I've swarmed with the bees and diseases 

And even if your DJ was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids 

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[Spawn] 

Yea muthafucka! You know who you fuckin' with 

You know what kind ass-whooping comes with this 

Your whole crew can get some of this, 

You whack-as-fuck 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 bitch-ass 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 fuckin' 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, and Sluggo 

[Spawn] 

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