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

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

Cause I can read an emcee from to back
from the cover to the classified - pacified
my mind with my rhyme - I climb hills
and leap, foolish with a single bound
sending tingles down your spine, to swing a pound
ax-handle triple-inch-spike protruding
from the tip of my mic distrubuting fuckin
shots to your head, now you're knee-deep, you need
as you thru the sludge and the slugs and the bird shit
we swarm the bees and diseases
and even if your dj was Jesus, you could never fuck with these
swarmed with the bees and diseases
and even if your dj was Jesus, you could never with these kids

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

Stress, Beyond, ANT, the

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