Ant - 1597 lyrics

[Slug] Henceforth, step within my psychoan*lysis 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 Slug in your pipe and take a puff kid f** 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 comes the judge Blasted, so pa** 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 hanging from this rafter, I have to rip this rapture Cause the cramps in my stomach, dismantle When I tamper with your amplifier, you damn-you die Why try? The sky presents an eternally unfolding spectacle One moment puffs of cumulus clouds skidder across it And next a billowing thunderhead Perhaps ten 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 cla**ified, I've pacified My mind with my rhyme sk**s, 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 distributing f**in' headshots Shots to your head, now you're knee-deep, you need sleep As you trudge through the sludge and the slugs and the bird sh** We swarm with the bees and diseases And even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never f** with these kids I swarm with the bees and diseases And even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never f** with these kids [Spawn] Yeah muthaf**er, you know who you f**in' with You know what kind a** whooping comes with this You whole crew could get some of this You whack-as-f** 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 b**h-a** crews when You tried take what's not yours but you 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, stamped that on my essence Amped shootin' presence, fattenin' each f**in' sentence When it's 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