4: 30 Am Lyrics - Overcast - Atmosphere

SLUG 

Hey Spawn tell me a joke 

Hahahahaha 

Hey yo Spawn, what you doing? 

Hahahaha! 

SLUG 

I sever heads just to sharpen my skills 

Zoom in on braids like a John Carpenter kills 

Surprise, that's the element, your confidence is delicate 

Never recuperates, I leave your mutant sell of it 

Break the victim down to a jelly consistency 

The brain twisted spits, now tell me who gets with me 

I felt they were listening and the smell of fear amps me 

Sweet tooth, room full of candy wrappers, I get antsy 

Mission activated, attention captivated 

Vocals ring bring the so-called king unstages assassinated 

You're nice, where you from? 

That's the question I ask 

Distraction got struck pull their heart out their ass 

To blast this nuclear, when the crew appears 

So sheek shelter, the only helpful advice 

Is that you should steer clear of the exits 

I take reps and make messes 

Broken, when the spot closes we're off to breakfast 

Invested breath, skills, adrenaline 

Refill the guth into my hut to build with the pentagon 

From Henipen to Lexington the first section conquered 

Laid seeds in the soil, preeped to props and on'em? 

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SPAWN 

It's 4: 30 AM, do you know where your head's at? 

It's 4: 30 AM, do you know where your head's at? 

It's 4: 30 AM, do you know where your head's at? 

It's 4: 30 AM, do you know where your head's at? 

SLUG 

Can't expect everyone to see shit the way I see it 

Can't expect anyone to be dope the way I be it 

So be it, atmospherly stew like sunbeams 

To snap you like a bungee when the Sayers takes the country 

Hungry, and this emptyness makes me grumpy 

Take an emcee, stuff him between some bread cheese and lunch meat 

It's just a snack, rely on Ant to thrust a track 

Into the mind as I slip behind the whack and crush his back 

Must react, if we don't we have no work 

So I stomp them, let a steam remove remains upon the astroturf 

Now who's eager? To be made a believer? 

It wakes the dead when I shake a rival's head until his teeth hurt 

Need jerk, when I yank your brain into a beaver 

And melt the weak channels in your receiver 

You need to keep your beaver in your pants 

Fuck your leisure and your plans 

I wear a Van Halen T-shirt 

Bust a stance and crush your plans 

It's all inside the flows balance, we figure well 

Your style has the personality of a speak-and-spell 

You need development to reach the plateau I'm at 

So take a fat step back so I don't mistake you as a bat 

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SPAWN 

It's 4: 30 AM, do you know where your head's at? 

It's 4: 30 AM, do you know where your head's at? 

It's 4: 30 AM, do you know where your head's at? 

It's 4: 30 AM, do you know where your head's at?