Patterned around   The thought and the will   We shattered the sound of perpendicular noise   Now gather round blueprints to rebuild   On top of that I found I’m gettin sick of your voice   Retentive the earth makes me tend to introvert   And I presented the worth of these kicks and this sprinkled shirt   Ingested first four seconds and a big dessert    Presented verse with sprinkles of dope interspersed    When you burst it won’t be an accident   It’ll be a worldwide web of heads takin this shit back again   (6-1-2)   Now find the emergency exits    Cause I’m snap a spine an make example of the skeptics    (Atmosphere)   I don’t care if ya know me or ya hate me   Just come check out the show and travel back home safely   Lately a weird thought occurred to me   What if I was to grab the mic which one of ya’ll would service me?   (Watch the rhythm)   It ventures out to rock the restless    And kill the ego    Your whole karma’s vibin off the bets    It’s best if you take a hard look at hat you’re givin me   (Cause your name and your rank don’t mean shit to me)      Stars and stripes are like cars and bikes   They’re just vehicles you steer to ride other people’s fears   Stars and stripes are like nails and spikes   They’re just tools you use against physical rules   Put down your weapons son   Nah I’m afraid I’m not gonna be able to do that   Put down your weapons son   Nah my man think I’m gonna have to pull some rank on ya   Put down your weapons son   This is part of the new rebellion   Would you put down your weapon   Call me solider bring it in      I heard a group of little voices in a thousand heads   Calling me out of my rest to come plow your steps   An elder once told me to always use precision   (Discretion and vision when you start the ignition)   Cause any engine is highly delicate   And what you try to say is irrelevant    If you’re just talkin for the hell of it    I smell some shit   Check your soul brother did you step in it?   Now who suffers from mic control deficit?   I can’t go out like you   (Cause you lack dopeness)   I’ll break your whole crew down to    (A bunch of whack poets)   Shrapnel gets lodged under your clavicle    When your man exploded   Atmosphere concocted antidote shit   Fuck em and the record deal they broke in on   When Shaun is in this vocal booth    I come to choke your truth   Broke your screws now it’s open and loose   (Beyond came along and stabbed the DJ in the foot)   The spoke bend and buckle    (And the wheel collapses)   There ain’t no need to ask whether or not you feel the Atmos   I’m peeling back head performing brain surgery   And sewin em back up, there, now you heard of me      When the smoke clears you won’t be able to choke tears   When the smoke clears, when the smoke clears   When the smoke clears you won’t be able to choke tears   When the smoke clears, when the smoke clears   Put down your weapons sir   (inaudible)   Put down your weapons sir   (I’m trying to bring some substance to the table)   Put down your weapons sir   (I’m frustrated even kids I’m befriendin)   Put down your weapons sir   (Circa where you at?)      As I sit here with my head between my hands   Attention span focused on tryin to read the plans   I can’t shake the thoughts that it might be in vain   So I play the radio while I drive me insane    (I travel like the wind)   I travel like Avis   I feel like I’ve been to hell and back and I ain’t even been to Vegas   Pages and pages of notebooks dedicated   To separating snakeskin and amputating fake limbs   (Underestimated)   But when you heard me   Your masculinity went girly    And your whole crew broke out early   (Self-preservatin)   Avoidin this is the first choice   Calculated step the fuck away when you hear this voice   Moist that’s how we leave em rendered   Either the brain or the pubic region dependin on your gender   And if you’re a female head   (No disrespect intended)   Unless you step to me on the mic you must be shedding your placenta    I wear the honor of a M.C.s past   Where I wander is this wasteland encased in cheap glass   Reflect to define the status where you stand   (You’re just another victim with a mic in your hand)      When the smoke clears you won’t be able to choke tears   When the smoke clears, when the smoke clears (x4)      When the smoke clears you won’t be able to choke tears (x7)   When the smoke, smoke