Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Is Vibration

I'm sparked, for the dark to hit
once the moon gets above my apartment
I catch for starting shit
I'm with it, I give it that special touch when I push it
I'm also a label rep, and I can't allow no bullshit
So shush kid, baby, shut your eyes
Lay your head back, shed the and let the tears crystallize
I the flies to land upon your forehead
When I extract the essence from head
and leave body resting in Moorehead
I've more dead reputations than HIV can
But for every killing there's a and it's not just MC's, man!
I'm C-SPAN, waiting for the first state rep
To take the first step, to have me killed off to this world perfect
Well lets get shit right, right here, right now, away.
Atmosphere motherfucker, if I need to I fly away
I'll grind you and your weak crew beef stew
you with seafood
You can't cloud my vision 'cause you're

You to recognize the size of the Atmos
You ain't as tall as half this madness past you practice
Obviously you can't fuck with my tactics, you
Thats why you fast bitch - no need to ask

We dug the fingernails underneath the skin of your scalp, then it
Sent underdeveloped pre-school style on a field trip
Now bite tongue, this is how the mic gets done
A whole tree to some fruit from, man,
You had to choose the one

That said it all, it comes inside, and how you ride
the sound wire when it's and the vibes feelin right
Catchin' the motion given by rhythms when you hit 'em on
with lines, makin' sure your rhyme soundin'
Your voice should without the babble of the average emcee
so listen please use when you breathe
sound is vibration, I choose to use it a vision
and comes the style and precision...

No more longer we hold your hand
Cause you're too damn old
Oh yeah, the networks
They told me to you you've been cancelled
They also said big up for all the
Thanks to your devotion, they now control the
So let your hair down and eat the poison with a glass of Tang
I'm past the bank, with smile I'm flashin my fangs
I tumble some, 'cause some I don't over stand
I got the clout from Spawn, from now on, I know the

It's the noise it makes, generates the passion I have
It's the void it breaks, that stimulates mics get grabbed
It takes shape - from these vocal chords I have
Atmosphere: music from the Rhymesayers lab

Come now, whofi gwan test the giants, we apply this
grips to your eyelids to make you read the fine print
The tyrants that gave you crisis, you silenced
Don't breathe a sigh of relief you hear the rescue sirens

Supreme, be this team, we got shit on lock
we hid the key under an upscale rock
So you could knock all you to but you ain't gettin' in
You could try to crash the door but you ain't in
Nigga, what, my is raw, I got you all
wishin' I'd fall, so things could get better for
but I'm tall, and got game, the same for the duration
Area code 6-1-2, my location...

Atmosphere...embellished talent and the wisdom not abuse it
with insight, friends and influences
Thats what keeps us dope, what makes us is the surroundings
Inspiration stems from love and compounding
Stamina: that is achieved the course of time
in fact, time me how to breath, battle, not to court my mind
defined as - the Atmosphericist
makin you fear this shit every time you hear this shit

Sound is vibration
[Slug] This sound is
[Spawn] is vibration
And the ground is shakin'
[Spawn] is sound
[Slug] Yo, we your replacement
[Spawn] Vibration is
Now who makes the sound?

[Slug & Spawn] : And who the music/sound? (*fades out*)