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(Atoms fam) [Vast Aire] Yo, I ain't superstitious but these niggas is nice [Alaska] A lot of cats pop shit, I pop apocalypse Topple propaganda force fed to the populace My thoughts run the gamut from outstanding to preposterous On top of this I move posteriors From impoverished to posh areas My process: accomplish through perseverance Every man's not my brother regardless of appearance Apprehension clouds the spirit Tension prepares us for ascension Man at his best is when he breaks chains or conventions A convenient covenant coveted for conception We're all from the same mold: spores and bacteria Told we're inferior, others ignore hysteria A claustrophobic neurosis In this masquerade ball of fake glasses and big noses Alaska splashes explosive flows To expose Pinnochio's growing nose Composed of compost compositions Those clothes are getting a little close fitting I'll stomp this shit, add a over confident Script's compliments of my frozen mic dominance A passively aggressive testament that's how I'm repping shit [Vast Aire] Watch Vast murder the track effortless Like God's on my side and he answered my Christmas list After the first couple of bars I start to smell fear That's when I take them there so they can breathe air You're so secure with your insecurity Perfect world of piety I swat flies when they bother me Some say I touch hearts like Kano Now every time you see a mic you just say no Some write with words, I write with metal That's my soul is rust free, raps stay dusty In the coldest winters we thought husky They be like, "I don't know his name but he aim like Wayne Gretzky" That's funny, cause I don't play hockey I play horse on the mic and watch them all copy Left hooks left them shook like etch-a-sketch Give me an inch with mine I'll take a mile if you let me I'm not a bum, I'm a nomad, off dome Thoughts have no home, the page is ours to roam Cats be on some fantasy shit like Cinderella Well we'll see if the shoe fits after the accapella Never made sense claiming something you wasn't What's the penalty for that? He might never come back And the atomic pressure won't lessen After you've learned your lesson ? a track? Yeah that's a buck fifty Like a farmhand cutting a little piggie If I'm the author I'm also the farmer stupid I shoot a arrow at you and my name ain't Cupid [Cryptic One] Yo I'm honest with this art With a William Wallace heart and it's brave And a blade that's well polished and sharp Intent ain't to reinvent the spinning wheels of time Just to enjoy the bumpy rides and improve upon its design I take time, every plate circle's complete, love it I've learned even tardy birds come to eat from it Early bird gets the worm but the early worm finds a spot In early bird's stomach and can't escape from it Idiot box jocks are live stock Graze amongst our mind crops Beast of burden, murdered, their mind squashed Primate nations leave these regions unexplored Liberty torch protrudes through sandy floors on beach shores Tour the atomic wastelands, desolate Definite situations of complex Oedipus Mother nature broken, fucked by offspring's reckless negligence Destructive corrupted residence of earthly bound pessimists Found willingly bound in the back of yellow cabs confessing it clearly Fear the anti-Mobius Strip theories Dennis Leary, Miller, and Menace cynicism visions With a depressed Beth Gibbons position on life's mission [Vordul Megalah] Now listen, how sick is these niggas? Atoms the illest, cap peelers And don't tote guns, smoke onions Crying with no funds no fun trying To get by but we still do it and rep music 'Til death do us wet your noodle With raps in the pot hard boil the rap gargoyles Stoned at night on top of buildings Gothic Like Bruce in the blue suit let's get it popping Watch it drop out of the sky in the rotten Apple, where some get tackled Hooks that grapple right on your Adam Got you choking off the rhyme potents Stay focused while you villains stay joking We serious on the mic get ignorant Delivering rap vocals for the new millennium We're from Harlem marching in atomic garments Bombing all the nonsense Yo, you cats ain't ready for this, heavy abyss Thoughts that travel through the tunnels of crypts My mic holds one in the clip and fours packed under the dick Spit rhino acapells gun in your shit Get rap plug's stuck in your whips fucking with this Over these El-Pro percussion hits We love to rip, love to sip, love to rep Jux to Def Yeah, Atoms
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