ATOMS FAMILY - Who Am I? lyrics

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Here it is...

[Verse One]

When I hear ass backwards bastards

Basting beats with wack words

And blasphemous tactics

I die inside

Like Cyanide

Silence I'd rather hear

I hold this rather dear

And leave you trapped like deer

In the headlights of your all consuming stereotypes

My stereo types letters of resignation

Upon recognition

Of your tape playing on decks within its system

As it enters self destruction

Squelch discussion

On these simple matters

Since the average senseless chatter

Sends us data centuries backwards

And perhaps I blame this on the blankness stated

In your blanket statements

with Basis stasis I'll

Blank your slate if

The opportunity arrives

To stop your lunacy cries

Of loosely knit sighs of sadness

that last a vast stint

once stagnance hit your forlorn

After which foregone conclusion

are clued in to loose end

anicdotes

Featuring handmade quotes

Cant get past my manmade moat

Of circular rhymes

In the circus you'll climb

As a mental freak

Not meant to seep

Into the fabrics of my soul

Fragments of control

Hinder your abilities

While splintering facilities

Causing mental revolution

Your mental sends pollutants

In the environment

In a vile sense

We're the same since our aim remains to make each others jobs more difficult

Yet your distant gloats

Just cant float

On my evaporated seas

Perhaps we'll wait and see

How this destructive conflict ends

But buss how if you win

I'll become a brown cloak on the ground

your soul I'll hound more powerful than you can fathom

When I fan some some spirited lyrics in your direction

Your reflection lead to self doubt that swarms like locus

While I remain the focus

Of your internal dialogue

Youre inoperable like a sun dial in fog

Obsolete

When I ??? like spheres from Reptile

Jeer you for your textiles

Cant compare to complex styles

Needed for crossbreeding

Counter cultures cross bearing

For clowns and vultures

dosed with jolts of pontif concepts that contract jaundice

while joint stints Northern strips more then strip

The bright eyed bushy tailed

The lightside should prevail

So your light side to no avail

You should of learned your lesson

Simply lied and simplified

Your message is more or less

That your moral lesson is simply dead in my eyes

[Chorus]

ALASKA..Master of braniac soopafly

I'm simply tearing through

Your simple satirical mirrored bull

That's clearly swill and clear its still Clearasil

Cant cleanse your blemished surface

In the end your worthless

Placed in work camps

To make vanity Alaska license plates

You lice will pay

When my Lysol spray

Disinfects your sickly nest

Sickening mess that's meant for mass consumption

Lumped in vast assumption

Youre caste is crumbling

When I cast my stumbling blocks

You sinners flock

to my skinners block

gold skin ox

Quest for cheese

But once you hit the switch

I switch from currency to currencies of 9000 volts

In my seas currently theres 9000 boats

Poised to attack

With tactical tact

In fact the tacky and wack are trapped

Theres no escape at that rate

Your lapped once our sect

hits parsec

Circle your wagons

And I'll still work your lagging barnacle incrusted

Rusted idle warship

Ive had enough of idol worship

That's warped shit

Only you grant credibility

I run the gamut on incredible ability

Your decrepit facility

Reflects sterility

Through exercises in futility

I skillfully gather virility

At Indian point nuclear power generators

Whose copies lose quality with every generation

Degradation to inaudible audio

Less than original visual

Holding candle light vigils

Til the death of individualism

In this land of no vision

I'm fed up with wretched retrograde rejects

With weak text

You made your bed so lie in it

With your security blanket like Linus

I draw the line at this

I dare you to knock this battery off my shoulder

That awful odor is you your decomposing composition

Constant wishing it was written by Alaska

As for actors asthmas a factor

Because you lack the breath control

From asbestos inhalation

Your best flows an imitation of my masterpiece

This master seems to block out the sun

Forced to live in my shadows like Punxsutawney Phil

I'm so much beyond your skills its disgusting

Distinguished professors discussing

What this linguist treasure is bustin