(Atoms fam)

[Vast Aire]

Yo, I ain't superstitious but these niggas is nice

[Verse 1: Alaska]

A lot of cats pop shit, I pop apocalypse

Topple propaganda force fed to the populace

My thoughts run the gamut from outstanding to preposterous

On top of this I move posteriors

From impoverished to posh areas

My process: accomplish through perseverance

Every man's not my brother regardless of appearance

Apprehension clouds the spirit

Tension prepares us for ascension

Man at his best is when he breaks chains or conventions

A convenient covenant coveted for conception

We're all from the same mold: spores and bacteria

Told we're inferior, others ignore hysteria

A claustrophobic neurosis

In this masquerade ball of fake glasses and big noses

Alaska splashes explosive flows

To expose Pinnochio's growing nose

Composed of compost compositions

Those clothes are getting a little close fitting

I'll stomp this shit, add a over confident

Script's compliments of my frozen mic dominance

A passively aggressive testament that's how I'm repping shit

[Verse 2: Vast Aire]

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 air

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 metal

That's my soul is rust free, raps stay 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 them all copy

Left hooks left them shook like etch-a-sketch

Give me an inch with mine

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

Never made sense claiming something you wasn't

What's the penalty for that? He might never come back

And the atomic pressure won't lessen

After you've learned your lesson

Miss the sense in a track? Yeah that's a buck fifty

Like a farmhand cutting a little piggie

If I'm the author I'm also the farmer stupid

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

[Verse 3: Cryptic One]

Yo I'm honest with this art

With a William Wallace heart and it's brave

And a blade that's well polished and sharp

Intent ain't to reinvent the spinning wheels of time

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 the early worm finds a spot

In early bird's stomach and can't escape from it

Idiot box jocks are live stock

Graze amongst our mind crops

Beast of burden, murdered, their mind squashed

Primate nations leave these regions unexplored

Liberty torch protrudes through sandy floors on beach shores

Tour the atomic wastelands, desolate

Definite situations of complex Oedipus

Mother nature broken, fucked by offspring's reckless negligence

Destructive corrupted residence of earthly bound pessimists

Found willingly bound in the back of yellow cabs confessing it clearly

Fear the anti-Mobius Strip theories

Dennis Leary, Miller, and Menace cynicism visions

With a depressed Beth Gibbons position on life's mission

[Verse 4: Vordul Megalah]

Now listen, how sick is these niggas?

Atoms the illest, cap peelers

And don't tote guns, smoke onions

Crying with no funds no fun trying

To get by but we still do it and rep 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 popping

Watch it drop out of the sky in the rotten

Apple, where some get tackled

Hooks that grapple right on your Adam

Got you choking off the rhyme potents

Stay focused while you villains stay joking

We serious on the mic get ignorant

Delivering rap vocals for the new millennium

We're from Harlem marching in atomic garments

Bombing all the nonsense

Yo, you cats ain't ready for this, heavy abyss

Thoughts that travel through the tunnels of crypts

My mic holds one in the clip and fours packed under the dick

Spit rhino acapells gun in your shit

Get rap plug's stuck in your whips fucking with this

Over these El-Pro percussion hits

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

Yeah, Atoms