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lirik lagu 1597 – atmosphere


[slug]
hence forth; step within my psycho*n*lysis
callouses upon my mind make me strain for my lines
out i ripped it; squeezed 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 sp*wn, 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-sh*ll now
smell the burning flesh, fresh from the h*ll-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 d*mned; you die

why try?
the sky presents an eternally unfolding spectacle:
one moment puffs of c*mulus clouds skitter 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 cl*ssified
i’ve pacified my mind with my rhyme skills
i climb hills and leap, foolish twits with a single bound
sending tingles down your spine, designed to swing and pound
this ax-handle-tripled-inch-spike protruding
from the tip of my mic, distrubutin’ f*ckin’ headshots
shots to your head, now you’re knee-deep, you need sleep
as you trudge through the sludge and the slugs and the bird sh*t
we swarm with the bees and diseases
and even if your dj was jesus, you could never f*ck with these kids
i’ve swarmed with the bees and diseases
and even if your dj was jesus, you could never f*ck with these kids

[sp*wn]
yea m*th*f*cka! you know who you f*ckin’ with
you know what kind *ss-whooping comes with this
your whole crew can get some of this,
you whack-as-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 tooken, should have been lookin’
i’m sick of you b*tch-*ss crews when
you tried take what’s not your’s but you couldn’t
take mine, your fake rhymes – spit them you shouldn’t
what will it be now? another victory
ey-yo, who will it be now? it’s sp*wn, that emcee
complete, a true champ – stamped that on my essence
amped shootin’ presence, fatten 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, and sluggo

[sp*wn]
so you best be on your way before there’s trouble, crumble…


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