Atom (feat. Alaska & Cryptic)

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