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atmosphere - broken rewind button lyrics

[intro: beyond]
i’d advise you to turn back
it’s not safe in this weather
i’d advise you to turn back
keep your eyes to the sky and check the weather
the forecast is storms that last forever
you can’t escape nature
respect the weather
atmospheric patterns keeps you hiding in the cellar

[verse 1: sp+wn]
take your vision to the sky, watch it darken
insidious remarks when you depend on whack rhymes to gauge you
i still haunt you
alarm you with my presence
who represents the sentence?
sp+wn to the drain your essence
f+ck you, peasants
low lifers, fake writers
take writers by the neck and squeeze ’til they can’t breathe
conceive blows from all directions
break you down in sections
copycats find their place to rest in litter
i figure out what makes you tick
then i break it
you’ve been deflated
hope bladed mics to castrate kids
lacerate lids and flip ’em open
that’s what i thought, nothing there
didn’t have a prayer
seemed unfair, the comparison
artful to the artless
i fought kids like the red sea
dead sea, couldn’t f+ck with me
sp+wn be the mic controller of the present
dented men, i take any mc and leave them empty
[chorus: beyond & sp+wn]
i approach the sound room, let’s all join in
who’s the one that made you break your f+cking rewind b+tton?
i approach the sound room, let’s all join in
who’s the one that made you break your f+cking rewind b+tton?

[verse 2: beyond]
i approach the sound room
ready to freeze the malpractice of these insufficient ducks who want to enter my brackets
the bad sh+t
ready to blow a hole in your reality
the mac is me
real as h+ll, never live in a fantasy
my rhymes are nectar
from my scald out to my p+ck+r
full of pressure, you charged with votes
become the wrecker
it’s a small world
but on a large scale, i got my men
ready to start up the rebellion and spell the end
my pause takes friction from all the mics that i’ve been ripping
gold fronts on chumps
i’m steady stripping, but the facts stand
i represent the black hand
back in ’91, me and my people making the runs
blunts used to get smoked, but now i’m like, “pass”
because i’m dealing with stress and kicking life’s ass, i strike fast
like an outbreak, my mouth sprays anger, wisdom and happiness
brain influential activists never try to be glamorous
i’m irritated when i hear the fake sh+t
so i create energy that goes between the pen and the creed
surrender or be the next to get that ass decayed
my dj say two thumbs up on the screen of play
[chorus: slug & beyond]
how much can you handle? we’ll dismantle you, kid
who’s the one that made you break your f+cking rewind b+tton?
how much can you handle? we’ll dismantle you, kid
who’s the one that made you break your f+cking rewind b+tton?

[verse 3: slug]
how much can you handle?
i’ll dismantle your essence in milliseconds
i beckon self+proclaimed freestyle pros to step with so+called improv flows
i suggest you wear shoulder pads, steel toes and goggles
struck, but not for fame
struck by the power that resides in leaving my rhymes inside your brain
besides the pain, the only benefits that i can offer is the hostile environment i’m supplying
when i mock your phony franchise, rappers get capsized
here’s the side of black eyes, fat lips, compliments of atmos
sit back, attack a heap, and help and feel the swelling
i’m leaving mcs yelping when the mic receives my yelling
forcing disproportionate distortion
f+ck the sound man in his right hand that used to f+cking around with indie rock bands
when we stock the land, there’s always those that just can’t feel it
it’s the stake that separates the timid from the peaked weak sh+t
annoys me like crabs
uselessness got me wanting to kick your bruises and pick your scabs
you never should’ve let us out the dungeon
now ask yourself, who’s the ones that made you break your f+cking rewind b+tton?
[chorus: sp+wn & slug]
atmosphere made you break your f+cking rewind b+tton
ask yourself, who’s the ones that made you break your f+cking rewind b+tton?
atmosphere made you break your f+cking rewind b+tton
ask yourself, now who’s the ones that made you break your f+cking rewind b+tton?

[outro: slug & sp+wn]
612, minneapolis, st. paul, from 55408 to 55404 to 55 forever, motherf+cker
overcast, overcast, overcast, overcast, overcast…
421, 97, 4:35 am
atmosphere completing their first album
my name is sp+wn
the man slug, beyond, the whole rse crew
would like to thank you
for all your support
peace

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