[00:01.33]Artist：atmosphere
[00:01.95]Songs Title：1597
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[00:10.19]Hence forth, step within my psychoanalysis
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[00:13.43]Callouses upon my mind make me strain for my lines
[00:16.69]Out I ripped it, squeezed the brain, it made some liquid
[00:19.44]Drained it in a cup and then I sipped it
[00:21.50]Atmosphere! The mic let me clutch it
[00:23.88]Thoughts take flight so fit the Slug in your pipe and take a puff kid
[00:27.43]Fuck it! I heat it like a tea pot - steam hot
[00:30.31]Upon the roof, shoot a marble with the verbal slingshot
[00:32.81]Take aim, here I came, I'm the same
[00:35.50]Back in '86, I'da tag my name upon your window pane
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[00:39.44]Stained the mind: a deep shade of residue
[00:41.81]Voices within the head make choices multiple
[00:44.06]Multiply Spawn, Slug a little buzz
[00:47.12]And Atmosphere the scuds, 'cause here come the judge
[00:50.12]Blasted; so pass the kid a mic so we can paint this
[00:53.25]Image of the gifted-anxious, to flip the language
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[00:56.56]It's the noun meltdown from the outer-shell
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[00:59.37]Now smell the burning flesh fresh from the hell-bound
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[01:02.44]And come on down here, this mind path, I'm half-
[01:05.25]Mathematic Atmospheric staff with the rhyme craft
[01:08.31]Comin to capture, your after-laughter
[01:09.57]While I'm hangin from this rafter, I have to rip this rapture
[01:13.32]'cause the cramps in my stomach, dismantle
[01:15.76]When I tamper with your amplifier, damn you die...
[01:18.45]Why try?
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[01:20.89]The sky presents an eternally unfolding spectacle:
[01:22.95]One moment puffs of cumulous clouds scatter across it
[01:27.14]And next a billowing thunderhead
[01:28.82]Perhaps 10 miles high looms over the horizon
[01:31.89]Probing the structure of the sky...
[01:34.07]Why try?
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[01:42.45]Cause I can read an emcee from front to back
[01:44.70]From the cover to the classified - I've pacified
[01:46.89]My mind with my rhyme skills - I climb hills
[01:49.26]And leap, foolish twitch with a single bound
[01:50.96]Sending tingles down your spine, designed to swing a pound
[01:53.96]This ax-handle triple-inch-spike protruding
[01:55.27]From the tip of my mic distrubuting fuckin headshots
[02:00.21]Shots to your head, now you're knee-deep, you need sleep
[02:03.08]As you trutch thru the sludge and the slugs and the bird shit
[02:06.27]We swarm with the bees and diseases
[02:08.52]And even if your dj was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids
[02:12.77]I've swarmed with the bees and diseases
[02:14.45]And even if your dj was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids
[02:18.58]Yea muthafucka! you know who you fuckin with
[02:21.02]You know what kind of ass whooping comes with this
[02:23.20]Your whole crew could get some of this,
[02:24.89]Your wack ass fuck kids is what the subject is
[02:27.14]Roughnecks live, for only a second
[02:28.96]Then they give
[02:29.77]Oblivion's, what you've stepped in
[02:31.64]Your reps tooken, should have been lookin
[02:33.89]I'm sick of you bitch-ass crews when:
[02:36.21]You tried take what's not your but 'cha couldn't
[02:38.58]Take mine, your fake rhymes - spit them you shouldn't
[02:41.89]What will it be now? another victory
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[02:44.39]Yo who will it be now? it's Spawn that emcee
[02:47.64]Complete, a true champ - stamp that on my essence
[02:50.58]Amped shootin presence, fattenin each fuckin sentence
[02:53.15]When it's time, then it's time to go
[02:55.39]That's what I know, be rippin mics at every show we flow
[02:58.08]But who's got my back though?
[02:59.33]Stress, Beyond, ANT, the Slug
[03:00.48]So you best be on your way before there's trouble...