Текст (слова) песни: Atmosphere - Overcast LP

[Slug]
Hence forth, step within my psychoanalysis
callouses upon my mind make me strain for my lines
out I ripped it, squeeeeezed 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
fuck 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, 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-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
cuz the cramps in my stomach, dismantle
when I tamper wit your amplify, you damn-you die...

Why try?
The sky presents an eternally unfolding spectacle:
One moment puffs of cumulous clouds get 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 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_tripled inch_spike_protruding
from the tip of my mic distrubuting fuckin headshots
shots to your head, now your`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 deejay was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids
I`ve swarmed with the bees and diseases
and even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids

[Spawn]
Yea muthafucka! you know who you fuckin with
you know what kind ass whooping comes with this
your whole crew could get some of this,
your wack ass fuck kids is what the subject is
roughnecks live, for only a second
then they give oblivion`s, what you`ve stepped in
your reps token, should have been lookin
I`m sick of you bitch-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
ayo who will it be now? it`s Spawn that emcee
complete, a true champ - stamped that on my essence
amped shootin presence, fattenin each fuckin 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 bests be on your way before there`s trouble...

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Atmosphere - Overcast LP [Slug] Hence forth, step within my psychoanalysis callouses upon my mind make me strain for my lines out I ripped it, squeeeeezed 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 fuck 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, 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-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 cuz the cramps in my stomach, dismantle when I tamper wit your amplify, you damn-you die... Why try? The sky presents an eternally unfolding spectacle: One moment puffs of cumulous clouds get 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 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_tripled inch_spike_protruding from the tip of my mic distrubuting fuckin headshots shots to your head, now your`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 deejay was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids I`ve swarmed with the bees and diseases and even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids [Spawn] Yea muthafucka! you know who you fuckin with you know what kind ass whooping comes with this your whole crew could get some of this, your wack ass fuck kids is what the subject is roughnecks live, for only a second then they give oblivion`s, what you`ve stepped in your reps token, should have been lookin I`m sick of you bitch-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 ayo who will it be now? it`s Spawn that emcee complete, a true champ - stamped that on my essence amped shootin presence, fattenin each fuckin 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 bests be on your way before there`s trouble... Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Overcast LP: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/100/1/11125.html Все тексты песен: Atmosphere » Atmosphere - Hair » Atmosphere - Fat Beats Compilation Volume 2 » Atmosphere - God Loves Ugly » Atmosphere - Primer » Atmosphere - Summer Song » Atmosphere - Between the Lines » Atmosphere - Denvemolorado » Atmosphere - Scapegoat » Atmosphere - 1597 » Atmosphere - Gotta Lotta Walls » Atmosphere - Travel (Remix) » Atmosphere - Free or Dead » Atmosphere - Modern Man`s Hustle 12" » Atmosphere - History » Atmosphere - Woman With the Tattooed Hands » Atmosphere - The Abusing of the Rib » Atmosphere - 52 Pick Up » Atmosphere - Bleed Slow » Atmosphere - Modern Man`s Hustle » Atmosphere - Suicide Girls Рекомендуем скачать: » Елена Казанцева - Я живу на расстоянии » Екатерина Медведева - Вновь темнота в напряжении держит... » Евгения Козина - Отомстили... » Евгений Исакевич - Осенний вальс » Елена Решетняк - Ты рядом со мной » Елена Гурфинкель - Набрались мудростей совиных... » Елена Фролова - Похороните меня рядом... » Евгений Осин - Мальчишка » Елена Фролова - Нигде не оставят меня мои страхи... » Евгений Гетманский - Вот увидишь » Ежова Ира - Осень » Елена Гурфинкель - Мне виденье открылось... » Елена Бушуева - Какая есть. Желаю Вам другую... » Елена Фролова - Пора, пора и мне зажечь свечу во мраке... » Елена Фролова - Посвящение Леониду Губанову » Евгений Клячкин - Песня чуды-юды беззаконного » Елена Фролова - Падший ангел » Екатерина Барановская - (стихотворение) » Ефим Ташлицкий - Бравада » Елена Казанцева - Ходит месяц по лопате...
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