Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Is Vibration

I'm sparked, waiting for the to hit
Cause the moon gets above my apartment
I catch for starting shit
I'm smart with it, I give it that special 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 head back, shed the fear and let the tears crystallize
I wish the flies to land your forehead
When I extract the from your head
and leave your body resting in
I've left more reputations than HIV can
But for killing there's a reason and it's not just MC's, man!
I'm C-SPAN, waiting for the first state rep
To take the first step, to me killed off to make this world perfect
Well get shit right, right here, right now, right away.
Atmosphere motherfucker, if I need to I fly away
I'll grind you and weak crew into beef stew
Serve you seafood
You can't cloud my vision 'cause you're

You need to recognize the size of the
You ain't as tall as half this madness past what you
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 your tongue, is how the mic gets done
A whole tree to pick fruit from, man,
You had to choose the one

That said it all, it comes inside, and how you ride
the sound when it's live and the vibes feelin right
the motion given by rhythms when you hit 'em on time
with lines, makin' sure your soundin' tight
Your should 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 comes the and precision...

No more will we hold your hand
Why? Cause too damn old
Oh yeah, the networks
told me to tell you you've been cancelled
They said big up for all the support
Thanks to devotion, they 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 smile I'm flashin my
I tumble over some, 'cause I don't over stand
I got the clout from Spawn, now on, I know the plan

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

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

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

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

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

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