1597

Artist：a******osphere

Songs Title：1597

Hence forth, step within my psycho*******ysis

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

A******osphere! The mic let me clutch it

Thoughts take flight so fit the Slug in your pipe and take a puff kid

****** 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 A******osphere the scuds, 'cause here come the judge

Blasted; so pass 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 A******ospheric staff with the rhyme craft

Comin to capture, your after-laughter

While I'm hangin from this rafter, I have to rip this rapture

'cause the cramps in my stomach, dismantle

When I tamper with your amplifier, damn you die...

Why try?

The sky presents an eternally unfolding spectacle:

One moment puffs of cumulous clouds scatter across it

And next a billowing thunderhead

Perhaps 10 miles high looms over the horizon

Probing the structure of the sky...

Why try?

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 triple-inch-spike protruding

From the tip of my mic distrubuting ****** headshots

Shots to your head, now you're knee-deep, you need sleep

As you trutch thru the sludge and the slugs and the bird *******t

We swarm with the bees and diseases

And even if your dj was Jesus, you could never ****** with these kids

I've swarmed with the bees and diseases

And even if your dj was Jesus, you could never ****** with these kids

Yea mutha******a! you know who you ****** with

You know what kind of ass whooping comes with this

Your whole crew could get some of this,

Your wack ass ****** 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 ******-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

Yo who will it be now? it's Spawn that emcee

Complete, a true champ - stamp that on my essence

Amped shootin presence, fattenin each ****** sentence

When it's 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?

Stress, Beyond, ANT, the Slug

So you best be on your way before there's trouble...