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Hence forth, within my psychoanalysis
callouses upon my mind me strain for my lines
out I ripped it, squeezed the brain, it some liquid
drained it in a cup and then I it
Atmosphere! The mic let me it
thoughts take flight so fit the Slug in your pipe and take a kid
fuck it! I it like a tea pot - steam hot
upon the roof, shoot a marble the verbal slingshot
take aim, here I came, I'm the
Back in '86, I'da tag my name upon your pane
the mind: a deep shade of residue
voices within the make choices multiple
multiply Spawn, Slug a little
and Atmosphere the scuds, 'cause here the judge
blasted; so the kid a mic so we can paint this
of the gifted-anxious, to flip the language
it's the noun meltdown from the
now smell the burning flesh fresh the hell-bound
and come on here, this mind path, I'm half-
mathematic Atmospheric staff with the rhyme
comin to capture, your
while I'm hangin from this rafter, I to rip this rapture
'cause the in my stomach, dismantle
I tamper with your amplifier, damn you die...

Why
The sky presents an unfolding spectacle:
One moment puffs of cumulous clouds across it
and a billowing thunderhead
perhaps 10 high looms over the horizon
probing the of the sky...
Why

Cause I can read an emcee from to back
from the cover to the classified - I've
my mind with my rhyme skills - I climb
and leap, foolish twitch with a single
sending tingles down your spine, to swing a pound
this ax-handle triple-inch-spike
the tip of my mic distrubuting fuckin headshots
shots to your head, now knee-deep, you need sleep
as you trutch thru the sludge and the and the bird shit
we swarm the bees and diseases
and even if your dj was Jesus, you never fuck with these kids
I've with the bees and diseases
and even if your dj was Jesus, you could never fuck these kids

Yea muthafucka! you know who you fuckin
you know what kind of ass comes with this
your crew could get some of this,
your wack ass fuck is what the subject is
roughnecks live, for only a
then give
oblivion's, you've stepped in
your reps tooken, should been lookin
I'm of you bitch-ass crews when:
you tried take not your but 'cha couldn't
take mine, your rhymes - spit them you shouldn't
will it be now? another victory
yo who will it be now? Spawn that emcee
complete, a true champ - stamp on my essence
amped shootin presence, fattenin fuckin sentence
when its time, then time to go
that's I know, be rippin mics at every show we flow
but who's got my though?

Stress, Beyond, ANT, the

so you be on your way before there's trouble...