I'm sparked, waiting for the dark to hit
 Cuz when 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
 Cuz 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 moored
 I left more dead reputations than HIV kings
 But for every killing there's a reason and its not just emcees, 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 cuz you're see-thru

 [Spawn]
 You need to recognize the size of the atmos
 You ain't as tall as half this - match this - past what you practice
 Obviously you can't fuck with my tactics, you bastards
 Thats why you breath fast bitch - no need to ask

 [Slug]
 We dug the fingernails underneath the skin of your scalpel, 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

 [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 should travel without the babble of the average emcee
 so listen please use discretion when you breath
 sound is vibration, I choose to use it with a vision
 and then comes the style and precision...

 [Slug]
 No more longer will we hold your hand. Why? Cuz you're too damn old
 Oh yea, the network called, they told me to tell ya you've been canceled
 They also said big ups for all the support
 Thanks to your devotion, they now control the world
 So let your head down and eat the poison with a tall glass of Tang
 I'm rising past the bang, with smile I'm flashin my fangs
 I tumble over some, cuz some I don't over stand
 I got the crowd respond, from now on, I know the plan

 [Spawn]
 It's the noise it makes, to generate 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

 [Slug]
 Come now, who be 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 breath a sigh of relief 'till you hear the rescue sirens


 [Spawn]
 Supreme, be this team, we got this shit on lock
 Obviously we hid the key under an upscale rock
 So you could knock all you want to but you ain't gettin' in
 You could 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...

 [Slug]
 Atmosphere...embellished with talent and the wisdom not to abuse it
 Blessed with insight, friends and affluences
 Thats what keeps us dope, what makes us dope is the surroundings
 Inspiration stems from love and stress compounding
 Stamina: that is 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 you feel 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? (fades out)