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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 made some
drained it in a cup and I sipped it
Atmosphere! The mic let me it
take flight so fit the Slug in your pipe and take a puff kid
fuck it! I heat it a tea pot - steam hot
upon the roof, shoot a with the verbal slingshot
take aim, here I came, I'm the
Back in '86, I'da tag my name upon window pane
stained the mind: a deep of residue
within the head make choices multiple
multiply Spawn, Slug a little
and Atmosphere the scuds, 'cause come 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 flesh fresh from the hell-bound
and come on down here, this mind path, I'm
mathematic Atmospheric staff the rhyme craft
comin to capture, after-laughter
while I'm hangin from this rafter, I have to rip rapture
'cause the in my stomach, dismantle
when I tamper with amplifier, damn you die...

Why
The sky presents an eternally unfolding
One moment puffs of clouds scatter across it
and a billowing thunderhead
perhaps 10 miles high looms over the
the structure of the sky...
Why

Cause I can read an emcee front to back
from the cover to the classified - I've
my with my rhyme skills - I climb hills
and leap, foolish twitch with a bound
sending tingles your spine, designed to swing a pound
ax-handle triple-inch-spike protruding
from the tip of my mic 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 with the bees and
and even if your dj was Jesus, you could fuck with these kids
I've swarmed with the bees and
and even if your dj was Jesus, you could never fuck these kids

Yea muthafucka! you who you fuckin with
you know what kind of ass comes with this
your crew could get some of this,
your wack ass fuck kids is what the is
roughnecks live, for only a
then they
oblivion's, what stepped in
your reps tooken, should have been
I'm sick of you bitch-ass crews
you take what's not your but 'cha couldn't
take mine, your fake - 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 that on my
amped presence, fattenin each fuckin sentence
when its time, it's time to go
that's what I know, be rippin at every show we flow
but got my back though?

Stress, Beyond, ANT, the

so you best be on your way before trouble...