[Verse 1: Slug]

I'm sparked, waiting for the dark to hit

'Cause once the moon gets above my apartment

I catch fits for starting shit

I'm smart with it, I give it that special touch when I push it

'Cause I'm also a label rep, and I can't allow no bullshit

So shush, kid, shush, baby! Shut your eyes

Lay your head back, shed the fear and let the tears crystallize

I wish the flies to land upon your forehead

When I extract the essence from your head

And leave your body resting Moorhead

I left more dead reputations than HIV can

But for every killing there's a reason and it's not just MCs, man!

I'm watching C-SPAN, waiting for the first state rep

To take the first step, to have to kill off to make this world perfect

Well lets get shit right, right here! Right now! Right away!

Atmosphere, motherfucker! If I need to I could fly away

I'll grind you and your weak crew into beef stew

Serve you with seafood

You can't cloud my vision 'cause you're see-through

[Verse 2: Spawn]

You need to recognize the size of the Atmos

You ain't as tall as half this, madness past what you practice

RSE you can't fuck with my tactics, you bastard

That's why you breathe fast, bitch - no need to ask

[Verse 3: Slug]

We dug the fingernails underneath the skin of your scalp, then peeled it

Sent your underdeveloped pre-school style on a field trip

Now bite your tongue, this is how the mic gets stung

A whole tree to pick some fruit from, man! You had to choose the ripest one

[Verse 4: Spawn]

That said it all, it comes from inside, and how you ride

The sound wire when it's live and the vibes feelin right

Catchin' the motion given by rhythms when you hit 'em on time

With lines, makin' sure your rhyme soundin' tight

Your voice it should travel without the babble of the average MC

So listen please use discretion when you breathe

Sound is vibration, I choose to use it with a vision

And then comes the style and precision

[Verse 5: Slug]

No more longer will we hold your hands, Why? Cause you're too damn old

Oh yea, the network called, they told me to tell ya you've been cancelled

They also said big up for all the support

Thanks to your devotion, they now control the world

So let your hair down and eat the poison with a tall glass of Tang

I'm rising past the bank, with the smile I flash my fangs

I tumble over some 'cause some I don't overstand

I got the plot from Spawn, from now on I know the plan

[Verse 6: Spawn]

It's the noise it makes, that generates the passion I have

It's the void it breaks, that stimulates when mics get grabbed

It takes shape, escapes from these vocal chords I have

Atmosphere: music makers from the Rhymesayers lab

[Verse 7: Slug]

Come now, who fi me gwan test the giants when we apply this

Vice grips to your eyelids to make you read the fine print

The tyrants that gave you crisis, left you silenced

Don't breathe a sigh of relief 'til you hear the rescue sirens

[Verse 8: Spawn]

Supreme, be this team, we got this shit on lock

RSE we hid the key under an upscale rock

So you can knock all you want to but you ain't gettin' in

Now you can try to crash the door but you ain't gettin' in

Nigga, what! My definition is raw, I got you all

Wishin' I'd fall, so things could get better for y'all

But I'm tall and got game, remain the same for the duration

Area code 6-1-2, my present location

[Verse 9: Slug]

Atmosphere, embellished with talent and the wisdom not to abuse it

Blessed with insight, friends and influences

That's what keeps us dope, what makes us dope is the surroundings

Inspiration stems from love and stress compounding

Stamina: that's achieved over the course of time

In fact, time taught me how to breath, battle, not to court my mind

Defined as lyricist, the Atmosphericist

Makin' sure y'all fear this shit every time you hear this shit

[Spawn] Sound is vibration

[Slug] This sound is taken

[Spawn] Sound is vibration

[Slug] And the ground is shaken

[Spawn] Vibration is sound

[Slug] Yo, we found your replacement

[Spawn] Vibration is sound

[Slug] Now who makes the sound?

[Slug & Spawn] : Now who makes the music/sound?

Now who makes the music/sound?

Now who makes the music/sound?

Now who makes the music/sound?

Now who makes the music/sound?

Now who makes the music/sound?

Now who makes the music/sound?

Now who makes the music/sound?

Now who makes the music/sound?

Now who makes the music/sound?

Now who makes the music/sound?

Now who makes the music/sound?

Now who makes the music/sound?

Now who makes the music/sound?

Now who makes the music/sound?

Now who makes the music/sound?

Now who makes the music/sound?

Now who makes the music/sound?

Now who makes the music/sound?

Now who makes the music/sound?

Now who makes the music/sound?

Now who makes the music/sound?

Now who makes the music/sound?

Now who makes the music/sound?

Now who makes the music/sound?

Now who makes the music/sound?