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 smart with it, I give it that special touch I push it
Cause I'm also a rep, and I can't allow no bullshit
So shush kid, shush baby, shut eyes
Lay your head back, shed the and let the tears crystallize
I wish the to land upon your forehead
I extract the essence from your head
and leave your resting in Moorehead
I've left more dead reputations HIV can
But for every killing there's a reason and it's not MC's, man!
I'm watching C-SPAN, for the first state rep
To take the first step, to have me off to make this world perfect
Well lets get shit right, right here, now, right away.
Atmosphere motherfucker, if I to I could fly away
I'll grind you and your crew into beef stew
Serve you seafood
You can't cloud my 'cause you're see-through

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 my tactics, you bastards
why you breath fast bitch - no need to ask

We dug the underneath the skin of your scalp, then peeled it
your underdeveloped pre-school style on a field trip
Now your tongue, this 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 comes inside, and how you ride
the sound wire it's live and the vibes feelin right
the motion given by rhythms when you hit 'em on time
with lines, makin' your rhyme soundin' tight
Your should travel without the babble of the average emcee
so listen please use discretion you breathe
sound is vibration, I choose to use it a vision
and then comes the and precision...

No more longer we hold your hand
Why? Cause too damn old
Oh yeah, the networks
told me to tell you you've been cancelled
They also big up for all the support
Thanks to your devotion, now control the world
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 over some, 'cause some I don't over
I got the from Spawn, from now on, I know the plan

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

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

Supreme, be this team, we got this on lock
we hid the key under 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
I'd fall, so things could get better for y'all
but I'm tall, and got game, remain the for the duration
Area code 6-1-2, my location...

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

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

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