1597 Lyrics
| Song | 1597 |
| Artist | Atmosphere |
| Album | Overcast! |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:01.33] | Artist：atmosphere |
| [00:01.95] | Songs Title：1597 |
| [00:03.20] | |
| [00:10.19] | Hence forth, step within my psychoanalysis |
| [00:11.69] | |
| [00:13.43] | Callouses upon my mind make me strain for my lines |
| [00:16.69] | Out I ripped it, squeezed the brain, it made some liquid |
| [00:19.44] | Drained it in a cup and then I sipped it |
| [00:21.50] | Atmosphere! The mic let me clutch it |
| [00:23.88] | Thoughts take flight so fit the Slug in your pipe and take a puff kid |
| [00:27.43] | Fuck it! I heat it like a tea pot - steam hot |
| [00:30.31] | Upon the roof, shoot a marble with the verbal slingshot |
| [00:32.81] | Take aim, here I came, I'm the same |
| [00:35.50] | Back in '86, I'da tag my name upon your window pane |
| [00:38.81] | |
| [00:39.44] | Stained the mind: a deep shade of residue |
| [00:41.81] | Voices within the head make choices multiple |
| [00:44.06] | Multiply Spawn, Slug a little buzz |
| [00:47.12] | And Atmosphere the scuds, 'cause here come the judge |
| [00:50.12] | Blasted; so pass the kid a mic so we can paint this |
| [00:53.25] | Image of the gifted-anxious, to flip the language |
| [00:55.62] | |
| [00:56.56] | It's the noun meltdown from the outer-shell |
| [00:58.69] | |
| [00:59.37] | Now smell the burning flesh fresh from the hell-bound |
| [01:01.75] | |
| [01:02.44] | And come on down here, this mind path, I'm half- |
| [01:05.25] | Mathematic Atmospheric staff with the rhyme craft |
| [01:08.31] | Comin to capture, your after-laughter |
| [01:09.57] | While I'm hangin from this rafter, I have to rip this rapture |
| [01:13.32] | 'cause the cramps in my stomach, dismantle |
| [01:15.76] | When I tamper with your amplifier, damn you die... |
| [01:18.45] | Why try? |
| [01:20.13] | |
| [01:20.89] | The sky presents an eternally unfolding spectacle: |
| [01:22.95] | One moment puffs of cumulous clouds scatter across it |
| [01:27.14] | And next a billowing thunderhead |
| [01:28.82] | Perhaps 10 miles high looms over the horizon |
| [01:31.89] | Probing the structure of the sky... |
| [01:34.07] | Why try? |
| [01:36.02] | |
| [01:42.45] | Cause I can read an emcee from front to back |
| [01:44.70] | From the cover to the classified - I've pacified |
| [01:46.89] | My mind with my rhyme skills - I climb hills |
| [01:49.26] | And leap, foolish twitch with a single bound |
| [01:50.96] | Sending tingles down your spine, designed to swing a pound |
| [01:53.96] | This ax-handle triple-inch-spike protruding |
| [01:55.27] | From the tip of my mic distrubuting fuckin headshots |
| [02:00.21] | Shots to your head, now you're knee-deep, you need sleep |
| [02:03.08] | As you trutch thru the sludge and the slugs and the bird shit |
| [02:06.27] | We swarm with the bees and diseases |
| [02:08.52] | And even if your dj was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids |
| [02:12.77] | I've swarmed with the bees and diseases |
| [02:14.45] | And even if your dj was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids |
| [02:18.58] | Yea muthafucka! you know who you fuckin with |
| [02:21.02] | You know what kind of ass whooping comes with this |
| [02:23.20] | Your whole crew could get some of this, |
| [02:24.89] | Your wack ass fuck kids is what the subject is |
| [02:27.14] | Roughnecks live, for only a second |
| [02:28.96] | Then they give |
| [02:29.77] | Oblivion's, what you've stepped in |
| [02:31.64] | Your reps tooken, should have been lookin |
| [02:33.89] | I'm sick of you bitch-ass crews when: |
| [02:36.21] | You tried take what's not your but 'cha couldn't |
| [02:38.58] | Take mine, your fake rhymes - spit them you shouldn't |
| [02:41.89] | What will it be now? another victory |
| [02:43.77] | |
| [02:44.39] | Yo who will it be now? it's Spawn that emcee |
| [02:47.64] | Complete, a true champ - stamp that on my essence |
| [02:50.58] | Amped shootin presence, fattenin each fuckin sentence |
| [02:53.15] | When it's time, then it's time to go |
| [02:55.39] | That's what I know, be rippin mics at every show we flow |
| [02:58.08] | But who's got my back though? |
| [02:59.33] | Stress, Beyond, ANT, the Slug |
| [03:00.48] | So you best be on your way before there's trouble... |
| [00:01.33] | Artist: atmosphere |
| [00:01.95] | Songs Title: 1597 |
| [00:03.20] | |
| [00:10.19] | Hence forth, step within my psychoanalysis |
| [00:11.69] | |
| [00:13.43] | Callouses upon my mind make me strain for my lines |
| [00:16.69] | Out I ripped it, squeezed the brain, it made some liquid |
| [00:19.44] | Drained it in a cup and then I sipped it |
| [00:21.50] | Atmosphere! The mic let me clutch it |
| [00:23.88] | Thoughts take flight so fit the Slug in your pipe and take a puff kid |
| [00:27.43] | Fuck it! I heat it like a tea pot steam hot |
| [00:30.31] | Upon the roof, shoot a marble with the verbal slingshot |
| [00:32.81] | Take aim, here I came, I' m the same |
| [00:35.50] | Back in ' 86, I' da tag my name upon your window pane |
| [00:38.81] | |
| [00:39.44] | Stained the mind: a deep shade of residue |
| [00:41.81] | Voices within the head make choices multiple |
| [00:44.06] | Multiply Spawn, Slug a little buzz |
| [00:47.12] | And Atmosphere the scuds, ' cause here come the judge |
| [00:50.12] | Blasted so pass the kid a mic so we can paint this |
| [00:53.25] | Image of the giftedanxious, to flip the language |
| [00:55.62] | |
| [00:56.56] | It' s the noun meltdown from the outershell |
| [00:58.69] | |
| [00:59.37] | Now smell the burning flesh fresh from the hellbound |
| [01:01.75] | |
| [01:02.44] | And come on down here, this mind path, I' m half |
| [01:05.25] | Mathematic Atmospheric staff with the rhyme craft |
| [01:08.31] | Comin to capture, your afterlaughter |
| [01:09.57] | While I' m hangin from this rafter, I have to rip this rapture |
| [01:13.32] | ' cause the cramps in my stomach, dismantle |
| [01:15.76] | When I tamper with your amplifier, damn you die... |
| [01:18.45] | Why try? |
| [01:20.13] | |
| [01:20.89] | The sky presents an eternally unfolding spectacle: |
| [01:22.95] | One moment puffs of cumulous clouds scatter across it |
| [01:27.14] | And next a billowing thunderhead |
| [01:28.82] | Perhaps 10 miles high looms over the horizon |
| [01:31.89] | Probing the structure of the sky... |
| [01:34.07] | Why try? |
| [01:36.02] | |
| [01:42.45] | Cause I can read an emcee from front to back |
| [01:44.70] | From the cover to the classified I' ve pacified |
| [01:46.89] | My mind with my rhyme skills I climb hills |
| [01:49.26] | And leap, foolish twitch with a single bound |
| [01:50.96] | Sending tingles down your spine, designed to swing a pound |
| [01:53.96] | This axhandle tripleinchspike protruding |
| [01:55.27] | From the tip of my mic distrubuting fuckin headshots |
| [02:00.21] | Shots to your head, now you' re kneedeep, you need sleep |
| [02:03.08] | As you trutch thru the sludge and the slugs and the bird shit |
| [02:06.27] | We swarm with the bees and diseases |
| [02:08.52] | And even if your dj was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids |
| [02:12.77] | I' ve swarmed with the bees and diseases |
| [02:14.45] | And even if your dj was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids |
| [02:18.58] | Yea muthafucka! you know who you fuckin with |
| [02:21.02] | You know what kind of ass whooping comes with this |
| [02:23.20] | Your whole crew could get some of this, |
| [02:24.89] | Your wack ass fuck kids is what the subject is |
| [02:27.14] | Roughnecks live, for only a second |
| [02:28.96] | Then they give |
| [02:29.77] | Oblivion' s, what you' ve stepped in |
| [02:31.64] | Your reps tooken, should have been lookin |
| [02:33.89] | I' m sick of you bitchass crews when: |
| [02:36.21] | You tried take what' s not your but ' cha couldn' t |
| [02:38.58] | Take mine, your fake rhymes spit them you shouldn' t |
| [02:41.89] | What will it be now? another victory |
| [02:43.77] | |
| [02:44.39] | Yo who will it be now? it' s Spawn that emcee |
| [02:47.64] | Complete, a true champ stamp that on my essence |
| [02:50.58] | Amped shootin presence, fattenin each fuckin sentence |
| [02:53.15] | When it' s time, then it' s time to go |
| [02:55.39] | That' s what I know, be rippin mics at every show we flow |
| [02:58.08] | But who' s got my back though? |
| [02:59.33] | Stress, Beyond, ANT, the Slug |
| [03:00.48] | So you best be on your way before there' s trouble... |
| [00:01.33] | Artist: atmosphere |
| [00:01.95] | Songs Title: 1597 |
| [00:03.20] | |
| [00:10.19] | Hence forth, step within my psychoanalysis |
| [00:11.69] | |
| [00:13.43] | Callouses upon my mind make me strain for my lines |
| [00:16.69] | Out I ripped it, squeezed the brain, it made some liquid |
| [00:19.44] | Drained it in a cup and then I sipped it |
| [00:21.50] | Atmosphere! The mic let me clutch it |
| [00:23.88] | Thoughts take flight so fit the Slug in your pipe and take a puff kid |
| [00:27.43] | Fuck it! I heat it like a tea pot steam hot |
| [00:30.31] | Upon the roof, shoot a marble with the verbal slingshot |
| [00:32.81] | Take aim, here I came, I' m the same |
| [00:35.50] | Back in ' 86, I' da tag my name upon your window pane |
| [00:38.81] | |
| [00:39.44] | Stained the mind: a deep shade of residue |
| [00:41.81] | Voices within the head make choices multiple |
| [00:44.06] | Multiply Spawn, Slug a little buzz |
| [00:47.12] | And Atmosphere the scuds, ' cause here come the judge |
| [00:50.12] | Blasted so pass the kid a mic so we can paint this |
| [00:53.25] | Image of the giftedanxious, to flip the language |
| [00:55.62] | |
| [00:56.56] | It' s the noun meltdown from the outershell |
| [00:58.69] | |
| [00:59.37] | Now smell the burning flesh fresh from the hellbound |
| [01:01.75] | |
| [01:02.44] | And come on down here, this mind path, I' m half |
| [01:05.25] | Mathematic Atmospheric staff with the rhyme craft |
| [01:08.31] | Comin to capture, your afterlaughter |
| [01:09.57] | While I' m hangin from this rafter, I have to rip this rapture |
| [01:13.32] | ' cause the cramps in my stomach, dismantle |
| [01:15.76] | When I tamper with your amplifier, damn you die... |
| [01:18.45] | Why try? |
| [01:20.13] | |
| [01:20.89] | The sky presents an eternally unfolding spectacle: |
| [01:22.95] | One moment puffs of cumulous clouds scatter across it |
| [01:27.14] | And next a billowing thunderhead |
| [01:28.82] | Perhaps 10 miles high looms over the horizon |
| [01:31.89] | Probing the structure of the sky... |
| [01:34.07] | Why try? |
| [01:36.02] | |
| [01:42.45] | Cause I can read an emcee from front to back |
| [01:44.70] | From the cover to the classified I' ve pacified |
| [01:46.89] | My mind with my rhyme skills I climb hills |
| [01:49.26] | And leap, foolish twitch with a single bound |
| [01:50.96] | Sending tingles down your spine, designed to swing a pound |
| [01:53.96] | This axhandle tripleinchspike protruding |
| [01:55.27] | From the tip of my mic distrubuting fuckin headshots |
| [02:00.21] | Shots to your head, now you' re kneedeep, you need sleep |
| [02:03.08] | As you trutch thru the sludge and the slugs and the bird shit |
| [02:06.27] | We swarm with the bees and diseases |
| [02:08.52] | And even if your dj was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids |
| [02:12.77] | I' ve swarmed with the bees and diseases |
| [02:14.45] | And even if your dj was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids |
| [02:18.58] | Yea muthafucka! you know who you fuckin with |
| [02:21.02] | You know what kind of ass whooping comes with this |
| [02:23.20] | Your whole crew could get some of this, |
| [02:24.89] | Your wack ass fuck kids is what the subject is |
| [02:27.14] | Roughnecks live, for only a second |
| [02:28.96] | Then they give |
| [02:29.77] | Oblivion' s, what you' ve stepped in |
| [02:31.64] | Your reps tooken, should have been lookin |
| [02:33.89] | I' m sick of you bitchass crews when: |
| [02:36.21] | You tried take what' s not your but ' cha couldn' t |
| [02:38.58] | Take mine, your fake rhymes spit them you shouldn' t |
| [02:41.89] | What will it be now? another victory |
| [02:43.77] | |
| [02:44.39] | Yo who will it be now? it' s Spawn that emcee |
| [02:47.64] | Complete, a true champ stamp that on my essence |
| [02:50.58] | Amped shootin presence, fattenin each fuckin sentence |
| [02:53.15] | When it' s time, then it' s time to go |
| [02:55.39] | That' s what I know, be rippin mics at every show we flow |
| [02:58.08] | But who' s got my back though? |
| [02:59.33] | Stress, Beyond, ANT, the Slug |
| [03:00.48] | So you best be on your way before there' s trouble... |
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