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