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Hence forth, step within my
callouses my mind make me strain for my lines
out I ripped it, squeezed the brain, it some liquid
drained it in a cup and I sipped it
Atmosphere! The mic let me it
thoughts take so fit the Slug in your pipe and take a puff kid
fuck it! I heat it a tea pot - steam hot
upon the roof, shoot a marble with the verbal
take aim, I came, I'm the same
Back in '86, I'da tag my name upon your window
stained the mind: a shade of residue
voices within the head make choices
multiply Spawn, Slug a buzz
and Atmosphere the scuds, 'cause here the judge
so pass the kid a mic so we can paint this
image of the gifted-anxious, to flip the
it's the noun meltdown from the
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
to capture, your after-laughter
while I'm hangin from rafter, I have to rip this rapture
the cramps in my stomach, dismantle
when I tamper with amplifier, damn you die...

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

Cause I can an emcee from front to back
from the cover to the - I've pacified
my mind with my rhyme skills - I hills
and leap, foolish twitch a single bound
sending tingles down spine, designed to swing a pound
this ax-handle protruding
from the tip of my mic fuckin headshots
shots to your head, now you're knee-deep, you need
as you trutch the sludge and the slugs and the bird shit
we with 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 even if your dj was Jesus, you could fuck with these kids

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

Stress, Beyond, ANT, the

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