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Yo, I ain't superstitious but these niggaz is nice
 A lot of cats pop shit, I pop apocalypse
 Toppin' propaganda force fed to the populace
 My thoughts run the gamut from outstandin' to preposterous
 On top of this I move posteriors brother impoverished the 'Pac shuries'
 My process, accomplish through percevierence
 Every man's not my brother regardless of appearance
 Apprehension clouds the spirit tension prepares us for ascension
 And at his best is when he breaks conventions
 A convenient covenant coveted for conception
 We're all from the same mold, spores and bacteria
 Those woulda fear me others would thaw hysteria
 A claustrophobic neurosis in this masquerade ball
 Of fake glasses and big noses
 Molasses splashes explosive flows two exposed
 Pinnocheos growin' nose composed of compost compositions
 Clothes are gettin' a little close fittin', I stop this shit and I'm over-confident
 The script's compliments of my frozen mic dominance
 A passively aggressive testament is how I'm reppin' shit
 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 Aire
 What 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 matters
 As my soul is brushed free Vast Aire 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 'em all copy
 Left hooks left from shookin' etch-a-sketching
 Give me an entry line 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
 And the nascent's claimin' sonnin'
 What's the penalty for that? He might never come back
 And the atomic pressure won't lessin'
 After you've learned your lesson
 Mister sits in a track? Yeah that's a bucket I see
 Like a farmhand cuttin' a little piggy
 From the author I'm also the farmer stupid
 I shoot a arrow at you and my name ain't Cupid
 Yo I'm mindless with this art but the way you while this heart gets brave
 And a blade that's well polished and sharp
 Intending to reinvent two spinning wheels in line
 Just to enjoy the bumpy lives 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 that early worm finds a spot
 In the early bird's stomach and can't escape from it
 Pity the odd jocks of live stock graze amongst our mind crop
 Beast of burden murdered their minds one
 Climbin' nations leave these regions unexplored
 Liberty torch the truth with sandy floors on beach shores
 Destroy atomic Grace lands def definitine situations a complex edifice
 Mother nature broken fucked by offspring's wreck less neglegance
 Disruptive corruptive residence of birthin' now pessimists
 Found willingly bound in the back of yellow cab
 Clearly, pity anti mobius strip theories
 Dennis Leary, Miller, and menacing cynicism visions
 Would an oppressed bet givin his position on life's mission
 Now listen how sick is these niggaz?
 Atoms to illest, cat pillars, and don't choke guns
 Smoke onions crying with no funds, no fun trying
 To get by still Vordul do it and rap music
 Tell 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 poppin'
 Watch it drop outa the sky in the ridin'
 Hampton where some get tackled
 Hooks that grapple right on your Adam
 Got you chokin' off the rhyme potents
 Stay focused while you villains stay jokin'
 Serious on the mic get ignorant
 Delivering the rap vocals for the new millennium
 We're from ileum marchin' in atomic garments
 Bombin' all the nonsense
 Yo, you cats ain't ready for this, heavy abyss
 Thoughts that travel through the tunnels of scripts
 My mic holds one in the clip and fo's packed under the dic
 Spit rhino acapells gunnin' your shit
 Your rap plug's stuck in your whips fuckin' with this
 Over these el-pro percussion hits we love to rip
 Love to sip, love to rep Jux to Def, yeah, Atoms