1597 lyrics

Artist  : Atmosphere 
Song : 1597



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 [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**k 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**kin
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 shit
we swarm with the bees and diseases
and even if your deejay was Jesus, you could
never f**k with these kids
I've swarmed with the bees and diseases
and even if your deejay was Jesus, you could
never f**k with these kids

[Spawn]
Yea muthaf**ka! you know who you f**kin with
you know what kind as* whooping comes with this
your whole crew could get some of this, 
your wack as* f**k 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 bit*h-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**kin
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...