paroles de chanson Atom - Cannibal Ox feat. Alaska [Of Atoms Family] & Cryptic [Of Atoms Family]

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