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

Why
The sky presents an eternally unfolding
One moment puffs of cumulous clouds across it
and next a thunderhead
perhaps 10 miles high looms the horizon
the structure of the sky...
Why

Cause I can read an emcee from to back
the cover to the classified - I've pacified
my mind with my rhyme - I climb hills
and leap, foolish twitch with a bound
tingles 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 and the bird shit
we swarm the bees and diseases
and even if your dj was Jesus, you never fuck with these kids
I've swarmed the bees and diseases
and if your dj was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids

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

Stress, Beyond, ANT, the

so you best be on your way before trouble...