Broken Rewind Button

[Intro: Beyond] I'd advise you to turn back It's not safe in this weather I'd advise you to turn back Keep your eyes to the sky and check the weather The forecast is storms that last forever You can't escape nature Respect the weather Atmospheric patterns keeps you hiding in the cellar [Verse 1: Spawn] Take your vision to the sky, watch it darken Insidious remarks when you depend on whack rhymes to gauge you I still haunt you Alarm you with my presence Who represents the sentence? Spawn to the drain your essence Fuck you, peasants Low lifers, fake writers Take writers by the neck and squeeze 'til they can't breathe Conceive blows from all directions Break you down in sections Copycats find their place to rest in litter I figure out what makes you tick Then I break it You've been deflated Hope bladed mics to castrate kids Lacerate lids and flip 'em open That's what I thought, nothing there Didn't have a prayer Seemed unfair, the comparison Artful to the artless I fought kids like the Red Sea Dead Sea, couldn't fuck with me Spawn be the mic controller of the present Dented men, I take any MC and leave them empty [Chorus: Beyond & Spawn] I approach the sound room, let's all join in Who's the one that made you break your fucking rewind button? I approach the sound room, let's all join in Who's the one that made you break your fucking rewind button? [Verse 2: Beyond] I approach the sound room Ready to freeze the malpractice of these insufficient ducks who want to enter my brackets The bad shit Ready to blow a hole in your reality The MAC is me Real as hell, never live in a fantasy My rhymes are nectar From my scald out to my pecker Full of pressure, you charged with votes Become the wrecker It's a small world But on a large scale, I got my men Ready to start up the rebellion and spell the end My pause takes friction from all the mics that I've been ripping Gold fronts on chumps I'm steady stripping, but the facts stand I represent the black hand Back in '91, me and my people making the runs Blunts used to get smoked, but now I'm like, "Pass" Because I'm dealing with stress and kicking life's ass, I strike fast Like an outbreak, my mouth sprays anger, wisdom and happiness Brain influential activists never try to be glamorous I'm irritated when I hear the fake shit So I create energy that goes between the pen and the creed Surrender or be the next to get that ass decayed My DJ say two thumbs up on the screen of play [Chorus: Slug & Beyond] How much can you handle? We'll dismantle you, kid Who's the one that made you break your fucking rewind button? How much can you handle? We'll dismantle you, kid Who's the one that made you break your fucking rewind button? [Verse 3: Slug] How much can you handle? I'll dismantle your essence in milliseconds I beckon self-proclaimed freestyle pros to step with so-called improv flows I suggest you wear shoulder pads, steel toes and goggles Struck, but not for fame Struck by the power that resides in leaving my rhymes inside your brain Besides the pain, the only benefits that I can offer is the hostile environment I'm supplying When I mock your phony franchise, rappers get capsized Here's the side of black eyes, fat lips, compliments of atmos Sit back, attack a heap, and help and feel the swelling I'm leaving MCs yelping when the mic receives my yelling Forcing disproportionate distortion Fuck the sound man in his right hand that used to fucking around with indie rock bands When we stock the land, there's always those that just can't feel it It's the stake that separates the timid from the peaked weak shit Annoys me like crabs Uselessness got me wanting to kick your bruises and pick your scabs You never should've let us out the dungeon Now ask yourself, who's the ones that made you break your fucking rewind button? [Chorus: Spawn & Slug] Atmosphere made you break your fucking rewind button Ask yourself, who's the ones that made you break your fucking rewind button? Atmosphere made you break your fucking rewind button Ask yourself, now who's the ones that made you break your fucking rewind button? [Outro: Slug & Spawn] 612, Minneapolis, St. Paul, from 55408 to 55404 to 55 forever, motherfucker Overcast, overcast, overcast, overcast, overcast... 421, 97, 4:35 AM Atmosphere completing their first album My name is Spawn The man Slug, Beyond, the whole RSE crew Would like to thank you For all your support Peace