Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Is Vibration

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

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

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

That said it all, it comes from inside, and how you
the sound wire when it's live and the feelin right
the motion given by rhythms when you hit 'em on time
with lines, sure your rhyme soundin' tight
Your voice should travel the babble of the average emcee
so listen please use discretion when you
is vibration, I choose to use it with a vision
and then the style and precision...

No more longer will we hold your
Why? Cause you're too old
Oh yeah, the called
They told me to tell you 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 with a tall glass of Tang
I'm rising past the bank, smile I'm flashin my fangs
I over some, 'cause some I don't over stand
I got the clout from Spawn, now on, I know the plan

It's the it makes, that generates the passion I have
It's the void it breaks, that when 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, when we this
Vice grips to your to make you read the fine print
The tyrants that gave you crisis, you silenced
Don't breathe a of relief 'till you hear the rescue sirens

Supreme, be this team, we got this on lock
Obviously we hid the key under an upscale
So you could knock all you want to but you gettin' in
You could try to crash the door but you gettin' 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, remain the for the duration
Area 6-1-2, my present location...

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

Sound is vibration
[Slug] This is taken
[Spawn] is vibration
[Slug] And the ground is
[Spawn] Vibration is
[Slug] Yo, we found replacement
Vibration is sound
[Slug] Now who makes the

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