Текст (слова) песни: Atoms Family f Kasm - Atoms All Stars

 
[Kasm] 
Time will tell 
Let my rhymes swell 
Move in a citadel 
With Cannibal Ox 12 
Hung off a cliff 
Drink the water but never fell 
Now I speak to infidels 
About the integrity of cells 
Search for unity 
What seems to be a bottomless well 
To open people`s minds 
Feel like casting a spell 
Thinking I`m powerless 
In this world all by myself 
A musician 
What`s called magician 
[Accidentally before my health] 
Always want to move forward 
The last thing we want his hell 
My man say, "Hell, where we at right now?" 
With a voice like a death knell 
Propositions, predictions 
We won`t be living well 
Until we grow, have to make weed, and the rest 
We could kill 
That`s ill 
How far away that is 
Won`t want to buy a cell 
Where abstract knows no property 
Could have you locked up in a cell 
Oh, hell 
Apocalypse that could all be for the better 
Nuclear weather that we fear 
Could have our children workin` together 
 
[Alaska] 
Shit, I`m looking down my nose at y`all 
Hopin` y`all don`t think you`re dope at all 
Don`t be conceited, then I`ll be that 
I`ve been nice too long 
Now it`s time for me to be that 
Total domination 
I`m impatient with the conversation 
Lacing most tapes, [ you see clean ] 
They should be in the budget 
Be given out for free 
Of an example of how not to emcee 
In the superstar seminar (background: "Don`t even fuck with me") 
Titled "Don`t Fuck With Me" 
Luckily, got a sunny disposition 
[Pot to missin?] 
But try dissin`, you`ll be posthumous 
You spittin` in garbage writtens 
Let`s bury the hatchet 
In the back of half of faggots 
Parasitic maggots 
Alaska automatics 
From 3-point land with the L in my hand 
And I don`t think you understand 
My brain goes deep like Janet Jackson 
Porno action, so you can get my vibe like Toni Braxton 
With the ass on the cover 
You rock a [master cover] 
Your inadequacies 
Alaska sees through that shit 
Most crews are backwards 
Couldn`t fill my shoes 
If you my exact words 
Got some whack herbs that 
Don`t deserve to touch mics 
Don`t know what emcees look like 
I think my shit`s the best 
And most times you prove me right 
 
[Crypic One] 
This graffiti 
Vandalous, scandalous 
Hip Hop`s evangelist 
Spreadin` my gospel through the use unheard languages 
See, my third vision, yo, it`s used efficiently 
While you swim in the sea of artistic insufficiency 
Yo, lyrically, you [whippets], be tryin` to dance 
First, learn to crawl, then walk, slowly advance 
Cuz only the enhanced mind of a few individuals 
Can proceed directly to the use of complex lyricals 
And, of course, you`re forced to digest the pitifuls 
Served on silver platters, compact and digital 
While we whip up miracles for Hip Hop`s survival 
My culinary arts based on plates and vinyls 
And currently, you`re currency seeking 
Like Gary Oldman, [toll] feeding 
And Romeo`s bleeding 
And that`s the sole reason 
That I`m forging destiny 
Another victim`s stricken 
By the Atoms Family complexity 
 
[Vast Aire] 
You will, and shall receive a headless execution 
For not following the Atoms 
Nebular constitution, these 
Poems are living documents, so when I die 
My ionic generation collects the pie 
Let`s question the "Dead End" sign on the road to prosperity 
Offend Vast, offend God, that is double jeopardy 
After I devour your planet through vanity 
A cold asteroid will become your "Manifest Destiny" 
And de facto segregation is applied 
When one must be separated from the mic until the day of independence 
And your representative of beginner, barely got his feet wet 
And tested, while blood flowin`, heart muscle arrested 
Due towards your process, Whatcha mean I can`t knock it? 
If you sell false realities to put money in your pocket 
This is not reasonable 
[And I`ll tell ya,] "Try to limit this elastic clause" 
Without probable cause 
Be-cause 
Postcards from the edge 
Throw em from the tips of icebergs 
Usin` higher imagination 
Like a nation of Steven Spielbergs 
And if, your if had any thought in it 
You`d plead the fifth 
Or remain guilty until proven innocent 
 
[WindNBreeze] 
Yo, people like the essence of puss 
Messing the flux up 
Pessimist 
Lessen the clutch 
Separate messenger sepulcher epitaph 
You suffer from lack of laugh bliss 
God aftermath 
You have to graph the turbulence 
Of your subservient 
Purple pin dinosaur 
Final pause dying to sign up on your 
Security blanket 
Minus stuffy sinus 
Mindless timeless flows 
Your whoobies gone 
You find what? 
Your so called purities 
Sank the ship you be floating on 
The line is drawn 
You mollusks get pelted from selling the soul of a swan 
Enveloped in total equations beyond 
The behavior of bonds broken, no Psalms spoken 
Soak in the moat or the pond poking 
Pads of lily sass oh really? 
You don`t have to fascinate the past debate 
To fasten the snake skin belt 
Its smoother to grasp the grape skin welch 
Purer than Puritan ways peeps are on some knit 
Serving the light 
Pendulum spinning `em until 
Women in prison hit menopause 
Cats scratch with metal paws 
Tentatively swimming in rainbow flesh 
The same ole guests 
The men`ll pause 
You need iron gauze 
You`re crying for more gauze pads 
I saw sad faces 
Leaving sad traces 
Disappear like Casper with a cat`s purr 
Deep crescendo 
Windnbreeze, Atoms Fam, body catch blur, see pen glow poly 
(polyconcepteroid) 
 
[Vordul] 
Trapped in cold days 
My rap flows insane 
New York the Cold Vein 
Got nothin` but fiends and broke names 
Stay frozen in the Apple 
We chosin` to blow brains 
You niggaz is no-name 
Whack, tryin` to flow in the rap game, I flow pain 
That kills detach [drills] and crack grills 
The fine line design, that`s rap [hills] 
Swallowing cat pills 
I shine for long, with mad skills 
Hold [laws], my nigga rides, still live, peace [out the laws] 
I know it`s hard trapped inside, and can`t watch the stars 
You made it this far, and still here 
Live niggaz pushin` through cold fear 
365 in it, the whole year 
Stress on my brain, I blow tears 
You know life, we flow spears, livin` 
Niggaz drink the O.E. liquid 
And paint rap visuals tight vivid 
It`s like critics wanna bite the "dittick" 
I still rotten, and swing hooks like I`m Riddick 
Bo-a constrict ya whole rhythm
 

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