Atmosphere - Dungeons And Dragons Lyrics
(This is Don Newkirk, from Cincinnati Ohio. Yeah, handsome. Yeah, you know what I’m sayin’? 612. Writers never die. Writers never die. Yeah, yeah lavish I never had it. I get to happy doin’ atmospheric damage to your amateurish madness. Check your current status.)[Slug]:Kinetic responses were heard frequent in the pastWhen speakin’ lashings to the tonguesOf fathers demon semenSome how catered to the whimsOf later stoodCheck the youthShoot like storm troopersTheorizing Darth Vader hoodGave a good thumbs up type of screamTo symbolize the arrivalCuz we’ve arised from the dreamWith a red beam that fastened to my chestWearing a string of beads of sweatDecoratin’ this helmetThat shelters and protects my laptopThe brain contains the game and the fast talkMore traffic than the average vagrants favorite crack spotLast spot to catch a breath for 20 milesCuz this field is filled with more snakesThan an MC’s that fake their freestylesYour optimism is far from naturalCaught the label of *****Cuz I twice as tight as the restThis rappin’ vaginalStand clear when my shit comesThe big funPushin’ up and in and out of your *****System like a pistonGlistenin’ in the twilightHilltop the visibilityStability and shoot my spunkOn your soliloquyThe children see right through the smoke screenThe mist around your soul provokingYour own choking[8x](Dungeon after dungeon, dragon after dragon)[Musab]:M97, here to smash the tribe of say____? What are the most important things in life?Crush enemies, See them driven before youAnd to hold the head, of opponent MCs in your bare handsI’m a co-founderAnd one that likes to lounge onOvercrowded spotsSo I can find someone to clown onA hound dogSniffin’ out the unwantedI said I’d let you liveBut I never could keep a promiseWith it live, sit in my cottageCome to my store tryin’ to fight you *****Like Marcellus WallaceThe B.E. calls itAnybody wanna?Wind up onto the stageAnd try to cha-chaBlah blah, that’s all I’m hearin’From the oppositionJust a bunch of *****y dissin’You’re kiddin’Wanna battle huh?Last two timesMCs were found deadIn a fast food lineMash you, I’ma mash you[Slug]:Who them?[Musab]:Yeah that crewSeparate them *****es like a capsuleCuz they’re fragileKnock ‘em off the saddleMake ‘em flip to the leaveIn a week they’re paralyzedLike Christopher ReevesTake a breathHere quick take one moreBefore you finally realizeThat you’re layin’ in the morgueThis is the core of the undergroundListen cuz I’m sayin’ somethin’ nowThe B.E. only wanna lie[Slug]:[8x](Dungeon after dungeon, dragon after dragon)[Musab]:StillNot strongFleshIs strongYou understand me boy?Watch, watch thisYou you, c’mereC’mere, come to meCome to me, witness this[Slug]:I’m kinda conservativeWhen it comes to this rap shitCuz when I glance across the surfaceAll the words is written backwardsAnd actionsSpeaks much louder than your heavy rotationI rock a crowd that never heard of usOn any occasionNo longer patientYou got my cranium makin’Prepare my awarenessAnd start to measure up these square pegsTo figure out which crescent wrench it’s gonna takeTo beat this stake into my skullTo numb and dull this headacheFiberglass rappers leave with cracked framesAnd shattered names line the hallwaysOf all the ways I’ve cameContained under lidLocks and a two-headed dogPut a sawed offIt’s where Ant makes the breaksTo get your rocks offMolotov tossedInto the ring of lost causesFormerly known as MCs[Musab]:Southside loss prevention[Slug]:Because it’s more cost efficientTo kill the bad applesThen save the coreLet nature run its courseOf course you cross meSpread my wingsAnd leave you stranded on this planet[Musab]:Cross me spread my wingsAnd leave you stranded on the planet[Slug]:You cross me spread my wingsAnd leave you stranded on this planetDungeon after dungeonDragon after dragon after dragon[8x](Dungeon after dungeon, dragon after dragon)[Musab]:M97, the smash the tribe of sayAll the snakes, slitherin’Most are fakesAmongst the temples of saySmash
