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 shit
I'm smart with it, I give it that special touch I push it
Cause I'm also a label rep, and I can't no bullshit
So shush kid, shush baby, shut your
Lay your head back, shed the fear and let the tears
I wish the flies to land upon your
When I the essence from your head
and leave body resting in Moorehead
I've left more reputations than HIV can
But for every killing there's a and it's not just MC's, man!
I'm watching C-SPAN, waiting for the 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 crew into beef stew
you with seafood
You can't cloud my vision 'cause see-through

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

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

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

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

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

Come now, gwan test the giants, when we apply this
Vice grips to your to make you read the fine print
The tyrants that gave you crisis, you silenced
breathe a sigh of relief 'till you hear the rescue sirens

Supreme, be this team, we got this shit on
Obviously we hid the key an upscale rock
So you knock all you want to but you ain't gettin' in
You could try to crash the but you ain't 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
code 6-1-2, my present location...

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

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

[Slug & Spawn] : And who makes the (*fades out*)