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Hence forth, step my psychoanalysis
upon my mind make me strain for my lines
out I ripped it, the brain, it made some liquid
it in a cup and then I sipped it
Atmosphere! The mic let me it
take flight so fit the Slug in your pipe and take a puff kid
fuck it! I heat it like a tea pot - hot
the roof, shoot a marble with the verbal slingshot
take aim, here I came, I'm the
Back in '86, I'da tag my name upon your pane
the mind: a deep shade of residue
voices within the head make multiple
multiply Spawn, a little buzz
and Atmosphere the scuds, 'cause come the judge
blasted; so pass the kid a mic so we can this
image of the gifted-anxious, to flip the
it's the noun meltdown the outer-shell
now smell the burning flesh from the hell-bound
and come on here, this mind path, I'm half-
mathematic staff with the rhyme craft
comin to capture, your
while I'm hangin from rafter, I have to rip this rapture
'cause the in my stomach, dismantle
when I with your amplifier, damn you die...

Why
The sky presents an unfolding spectacle:
One moment of cumulous clouds scatter across it
and next a billowing
perhaps 10 miles high over the horizon
probing the of the sky...
Why

I can read an emcee from front to back
from the to the classified - I've pacified
my mind with my rhyme - I climb hills
and leap, foolish twitch with a single
sending down your spine, designed to swing a pound
this triple-inch-spike protruding
from the tip of my mic fuckin headshots
shots to your head, now knee-deep, you need sleep
as you trutch thru the sludge and the slugs and the bird
we with the bees and diseases
and even if dj was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids
I've with the bees and diseases
and even if your dj was Jesus, you never fuck with these kids

Yea muthafucka! you who you fuckin with
you know what kind of ass whooping with this
your whole crew get some of this,
your wack ass fuck kids is what the is
live, for only a second
then they
oblivion's, you've stepped in
your reps tooken, should have been
I'm of you bitch-ass crews when:
you tried take what's not but 'cha couldn't
mine, your fake rhymes - spit them you shouldn't
what it be now? another victory
yo who will it be now? it's that emcee
complete, a true champ - stamp that on my
amped presence, fattenin each fuckin sentence
its time, then it's time to go
that's what I know, be rippin mics at every show we
but got my back though?

Stress, Beyond, ANT, the

so you be on your way before there's trouble...