[Slug]
   Hence forth, step within my psychoanalysis
   callouses upon my mind make me strain for my lines
   out I ripped it, squeeeeezed the brain: it made some liquid
   drained it in a cup and then I sipped it
   Atmosphere! The mic let me clutch it
   thoughts take flight so fit the Slug in your pipe and take a puff kid
   fuck it! I heat it like a tea pot - steam hot
   upon the roof: shoot a marble with the verbal slingshot
   take aim, here I came, I'm the same
   Back in '86, I'da tag my name upon your window pane
   stained the mind: a deep shade of residue
   voices within the head make choices multiple
   multiply Spawn, Slug a little buzz
   and Atmosphere the scuds, cuz here come the judge
   blasted; so past the kid a mic so we can paint this
   image of the gifted-anxious, to flip the language
   it's the noun meltdown from the outer-shell
   now smell the burning flesh fresh from the hell-bound
   and come on down here, this mind path, I'm half-
   mathematic Atmospheric staff with the rhyme craft
   comin to capture, your after-laughter
   while I'm hangin from this rafter, I have to rip this rapture
   cuz the cramps in my stomach, dismantle
   when I tamper wit your amplify, you damn-you die...
  
  
   Why try?
   The sky presents an eternally unfolding spectacle:
   One moment puffs of cumulous clouds get across it
   and next a billowing thunderhead
   perhaps 10 miles high looms over the horizon
   probing the structure of the sky...
   Why try?
  
   [Slug]
   Cause I can read an emcee from front to back
   from the cover to the classified - I've pacified
   my mind with my rhyme skills - I climb hills
   and leap, foolish twitch with a single bound
   sending tingles down your spine, designed to swing a pound
   this ax_handle_tripled inch_spike_protruding
   from the tip of my mic distrubuting fuckin headshots
   shots to your head, now your're knee-deep, you need sleep
   as you trutch thru the sludge and the slugs and the bird shit
   we swarm with the bees and diseases
   and even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids
   I've swarmed with the bees and diseases
   and even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids
  
   [Spawn]
   Yea muthafucka! you know who you fuckin with
   you know what kind ass whooping comes with this
   your whole crew could get some of this,
   your wack ass fuck kids is what the subject is
   roughnecks live, for only a second
   then they give oblivion's, what you've stepped in
   your reps token, should have been lookin
   I'm sick of you bitch-ass crews when:
   you tried take what's not your but 'cha couldn't
   take mine, your fake rhymes - spit them you shouldn't
   what will it be now? another victory
   ayo who will it be now? it's Spawn that emcee
   complete, a true champ - stamped that on my essence
   amped shootin presence, fattenin each fuckin sentence
   when its time, then it's time to go
   that's what I know, be rippin mics at every show we flow
   but who's got my back though?
  
   [Slug]
   Stress, Beyond, ANT, the Slug
  
   [Spawn]
   so you bests be on your way before there's trouble...