Atmosphere - Sound Is Vibration lyrics

I'm sparked, waiting for the dark to hit
Cause once the moon gets above my apartment
I catch fit's for starting shit
I'm smart with it
I give it that special touch when I push it
Cause 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 Moorhead
I left more dead reputations than HIV can
But for every killing there's a reason
And it's not just MC's, 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-through

You need to recognize the size of the Atmos
You ain't as tall as half this
- Madness- past what you practice
RSE you can't fuck with my tactics
You bastard thats why you breath fast bitch
- no need to ask

We dug the fingernails underneath the
Skin of your scalp, 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

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

No more longer will we hold your hands
Why? Cause you're too damn old
Oh yea, the network called
They told me to tell
Ya you've been cancelled
They also said big up for all the support
Thanks to your devotion
They now control the world
So let your hair down and eat the
Poison with a tall glass of Tang
I'm rising past the bank
With smile I'm flashin my fangs
I tumble over some
Cuz some I don't over stand
I got the plot from Spawn, from now on
I know the plan

It's the noise it makes
That generates 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

Come now, who fi me 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

Supreme, be this team
We got this shit on lock
RSE 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

Atmosphereembellished with talent and the
Wisdom not abuse it
Blessed with insight, friends and influences
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 fear this hit every
Time you hear this shit