Sound Is Vibration

I'm sparked, waiting for the dark to hit

Cause when 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 Moorehead

I left more dead reputations than HIV kills

But for every killing there's a reason and it's not just MC's, 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 glide by vision cuz you're see-through

You need to recognize the size of the atlas

You ain't as tall as half this - match this - past what you practice

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

Thats why you breath fast bitch - no need to ask

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

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 should travel without the babble of the average emcee

so listen please use discretion when you breath

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

and then comes the style and precision...

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 bang, with smile I'm flashin my fangs

I tumble over some, cuz some I don't over stand

I got the crowd respond, from now on, I know the plan

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

Come now, (?) 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 breath a sigh of relief 'till you hear the rescue sirens

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

Obviously we hit the gear under upscale rocks

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

You could 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...

Atmosphere...embellished with talent and the wisdom not abuse it

Blessed with insight, friends and influences

Thats what keeps us dope, what makes us dope is the surroundings

Inspiration stems from love and stress compounding

Stamina: that is 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 you fear this hit every time you hear this shit

Sound is vibration

This sound is taken

Sound is vibration

And the ground is shaken

Vibration is sound

Yo, we found your replacement

Vibration is sound

Now who makes the sound?