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Hence forth, step within my
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
fuck it! I it like a tea pot - steam hot
upon the roof, a marble with the verbal slingshot
take aim, here I came, I'm the
Back in '86, tag my name upon your window pane
stained the mind: a deep of residue
within the head make choices multiple
multiply Spawn, a little buzz
and Atmosphere the scuds, 'cause here come the
blasted; so the kid a mic so we can paint this
image of the gifted-anxious, to the language
it's the noun from the outer-shell
now smell the burning flesh from the hell-bound
and come on here, this mind path, I'm half-
mathematic Atmospheric staff with the craft
comin to capture, your
while I'm hangin this rafter, I have to rip this rapture
'cause the in my stomach, dismantle
when I tamper with your amplifier, you die...

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

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

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

Stress, Beyond, ANT, the

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