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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, 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**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, 'cause here come the judge blasted; so pa*s 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 '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 cla*sified - 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 f**kin 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 shit we swarm with the bees and diseases and even if your dj was Jesus, you could never f**k with these kids I've swarmed with the bees and diseases and even if your dj 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 of a*s whooping comes with this your whole crew could get some of this, your wack a*s 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 tooken, should have been lookin I'm sick of you bitch-a*s 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 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 best be on your way before there's trouble...