1957 – Atmosphere
[Slug]
Hence forth, step within my psychoanalysis
callouses upon my mind make me strain for my lines
out I ripped it, squeeeeezed the brain: it made some liquid
drained it in a cup and then I sipped it
Atmosphere! The mic let me clutch it
thoughts take flight so fit the Slug in your pipe and take a puff kid
f_ck it! I heat it like a tea pot – steam hot
upon the roof: shoot a marble with the verbal slingshot
take aim, here I came, I’m the same
Back in ’86, I’da tag my name upon your window pane
stained the mind: a deep shade of residue
voices within the head make choices multiple
multiply Spawn, Slug a little buzz
and Atmosphere the scuds, cuz here come the judge
blasted; so past the kid a mic so we can paint this
image of the gifted-anxious, to flip the language
it’s the noun meltdown from the outer-shell
now smell the burning flesh fresh from the hell-bound
and come on down here, this mind path, I’m half-
mathematic Atmospheric staff with the rhyme craft
comin to capture, your after-laughter
while I’m hangin from this rafter, I have to rip this rapture
cuz the cramps in my stomach, dismantle
when I tamper wit your amplify, you damn-you die…
Why try?
The sky presents an eternally unfolding spectacle:
One moment puffs of cumulous clouds get across it
and next a billowing thunderhead
perhaps 10 miles high looms over the horizon
probing the structure of the sky…
Why try?
[Slug]
Cause I can read an emcee from front to back
from the cover to the classified – I’ve pacified
my mind with my rhyme skills – I climb hills
and leap, foolish twitch with a single bound
sending tingles down your spine, designed to swing a pound
this ax_handle_tripled inch_spike_protruding
from the tip of my mic distrubuting f_ckin headshots
shots to your head, now your’re knee-deep, you need sleep
as you trutch thru the sludge and the slugs and the bird sh_t
we swarm with the bees and diseases
and even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never f_ck with these kids
I’ve swarmed with the bees and diseases
and even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never f_ck with these kids
[Spawn]
Yea muthaf_cka! you know who you f_ckin with
you know what kind ass whooping comes with this
your whole crew could get some of this,
your wack ass f_ck kids is what the subject is
roughnecks live, for only a second
then they give oblivion’s, what you’ve stepped in
your reps token, should have been lookin
I’m sick of you b_tch-ass crews when:
you tried take what’s not your but ‘cha couldn’t
take mine, your fake rhymes – spit them you shouldn’t
what will it be now? another victory
ayo who will it be now? it’s Spawn that emcee
complete, a true champ – stamped that on my essence
amped shootin presence, fattenin each f_ckin sentence
when its time, then it’s time to go
that’s what I know, be rippin mics at every show we flow
but who’s got my back though?
[Slug]
Stress, Beyond, ANT, the Slug
[Spawn]
so you bests be on your way before there’s trouble…
