Atom - Cannibal Ox

Yo I ain't superstisious but these niggas is nice

A lot of cats pop sh*t 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 perseverance

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 Pinochio's growin' nose

Composed of compost compositions

Those clothes are gettin' a little close fittin'

I stop this sh*t and I'm over-confident

The script's compliments of my frozen mic dominance

A passively aggressive testament is how I'm reppin' sh*t

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

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 him shook etch-a-sketchy

Give me an inch 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 sh*t like Cinderella

Well we'll see if the shoe fits after the a cappella

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 buck fifty

Like a farmhand cuttin' a little piggie

From the author I'm also the farmer stupid

I shoot a arrow at you and my name ain't Cupid

Yo I'm honest with this art 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 rides 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 gracelands def-

Definite situations of complex Oedipus

Mother nature broken f**ked by offspring's reckless negligence

Disruptive corruptive residence of birthin' now pessimists

Found willingly bound in the back of yellow

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 caterpillars

And don't choke guns

Smoke onions crying with no funds no fun trying

To get by still Vordul do it and rap music

Til 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 outta 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 familial 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 sh*t

Your rap plug's stuck in your whips f**kin' with this

Over these El-Pro percussion hits

We love to rip love to sip love to rep Jux to Def

Yeah Atoms