Lyrics

[Verse 1: Slug] I'm sparked, waiting for the dark to hit 'Cause once the moon gets above my apartment I catch fits for starting shit I'm smart with it, I give it that special touch when I push it 'Cause I'm also a label rep, and I can't allow no bullshit So shush, kid, shush, baby! Shut your eyes Lay your head back, shed the fear and let the tears crystallize I wish the flies to land upon your forehead When I extract the essence from your head And leave your body resting Moorhead I left more dead reputations than HIV can But for every killing there's a reason and it's not just MCs, man! I'm watching C-SPAN, waiting for the first state rep To take the first step, to have to kill off to make this world perfect Well lets get shit right, right here! Right now! Right away! Atmosphere, motherfucker! If I need to I could fly away I'll grind you and your weak crew into beef stew Serve you with seafood You can't cloud my vision 'cause you're see-through [Verse 2: Spawn] You need to recognize the size of the Atmos You ain't as tall as half this, madness past what you practice RSE you can't fuck with my tactics, you bastard That's why you breathe fast, bitch - no need to ask [Verse 3: Slug] We dug the fingernails underneath the skin of your scalp, then peeled it Sent your underdeveloped pre-school style on a field trip Now bite your tongue, this is how the mic gets stung A whole tree to pick some fruit from, man! You had to choose the ripest one [Verse 4: Spawn] That said it all, it comes from inside, and how you ride The sound wire when it's live and the vibes feelin right Catchin' the motion given by rhythms when you hit 'em on time With lines, makin' sure your rhyme soundin' tight Your voice it should travel without the babble of the average MC So listen please use discretion when you breathe Sound is vibration, I choose to use it with a vision And then comes the style and precision [Verse 5: Slug] No more longer will we hold your hands, Why? Cause you're too damn old Oh yea, the network called, they told me to tell ya you've been cancelled They also said big up for all the support Thanks to your devotion, they now control the world So let your hair down and eat the poison with a tall glass of Tang I'm rising past the bank, with the smile I flash my fangs I tumble over some 'cause some I don't overstand I got the plot from Spawn, from now on I know the plan [Verse 6: Spawn] It's the noise it makes, that generates the passion I have It's the void it breaks, that stimulates when mics get grabbed It takes shape, escapes from these vocal chords I have Atmosphere: music makers from the Rhymesayers lab [Verse 7: Slug] Come now, who fi me gwan test the giants when we apply this Vice grips to your eyelids to make you read the fine print The tyrants that gave you crisis, left you silenced Don't breathe a sigh of relief 'til you hear the rescue sirens [Verse 8: Spawn] Supreme, be this team, we got this shit on lock RSE we hid the key under an upscale rock So you can knock all you want to but you ain't gettin' in Now you can try to crash the door but you ain't gettin' in Nigga, what! My definition is raw, I got you all Wishin' I'd fall, so things could get better for y'all But I'm tall and got game, remain the same for the duration Area code 6-1-2, my present location [Verse 9: Slug] Atmosphere, embellished with talent and the wisdom not to abuse it Blessed with insight, friends and influences That's what keeps us dope, what makes us dope is the surroundings Inspiration stems from love and stress compounding Stamina: that's achieved over the course of time In fact, time taught me how to breath, battle, not to court my mind Defined as lyricist, the Atmosphericist Makin' sure y'all fear this shit every time you hear this shit [Spawn] Sound is vibration [Slug] This sound is taken [Spawn] Sound is vibration [Slug] And the ground is shaken [Spawn] Vibration is sound [Slug] Yo, we found your replacement [Spawn] Vibration is sound [Slug] Now who makes the sound? [Slug & Spawn] : Now who makes the music/sound? Now who makes the music/sound? Now who makes the music/sound? Now who makes the music/sound? Now who makes the music/sound? Now who makes the music/sound? Now who makes the music/sound? Now who makes the music/sound? Now who makes the music/sound? Now who makes the music/sound? Now who makes the music/sound? Now who makes the music/sound? Now who makes the music/sound? Now who makes the music/sound? Now who makes the music/sound? Now who makes the music/sound? Now who makes the music/sound? Now who makes the music/sound? Now who makes the music/sound? Now who makes the music/sound? Now who makes the music/sound? Now who makes the music/sound? Now who makes the music/sound? Now who makes the music/sound? Now who makes the music/sound? Now who makes the music/sound?