Artist: Atoms Family f/ Da Cryptic One, Jestone Album: Centa of Da Web/Beyond Human Comprehension EP Song: 5 Lil Pumpkins Typed by: elixir713@hotmail.com [Hook] Five little pumpkins sittin on a cake First one says oh my it's getting late Second one says there are witches in the air Third one says I'm clean, don't care Fourth one said lets runnin runnin runnin Fifth one said I'm ready for some fun [Cryptic One] Be cautious of my lyrical forces Electricity coarses through my capillaries Aggressive extensive vocabularies conductin electric current Want you frightening lightning from deterrent My mental armored tank patrollin' the outskirts of my memory banks An unknown enemy sentry wishes to gain entry to my mental place May he wait to the gates for centuries And to the vast realms where I create Phenomenon beyond human imagination I'm for passion over human thought patterns Get splattered when I begin to split your matter With a cannon attached to the left talon To my chrome cybernetic electric dragon Get y'all hid encased in carbon, your arteries harden Hard activity will cease when I release a verbal barrage of blows Of ill flows composed purely to sabotage my foes I eliminate your mind state when it gyrates like Joe the unknown To my zone with twisting cyclone thrones to the end of my microphones Leaving our own eyes bleeding Our own vision now impaired by the dust Thrown into the air, I'm clean, don't care Usin' the senses to be aware of enemy defenses in my mist to quick Flickin' my wrist and mound lyricists get wished quick into the abyss [Jestone] As I enter the battle scene Niggas runnin' runnin' like a pimp whether or not The instantaneous effects'll shock niggas been sent to the pavement With a velocity which can be determined by the rate of ocean An imported contract contraps, some implode, others simply collapse Like an anal spin dense flow through dulcolax Laxatives lyricals lack the ability to be processed like lactose intolerance A countenance twist like a double helix The ax see ribonucleics iris sight Illusionary scripts through my rhymebook And partook in a cipher, I was then left to a gas As I enter a mass of emcees killin' the music repetitive patterns Lyrically, mathematically in a form of a four letter first Outer interlast, I often ask myself do I exist? or am I simply just Jest Apology equal genius I jest before and justify the scene That I'm just a physical entity in the form of a jest Whose lyricals were made to penetrate the vertebraes stick from the chest Cardiac arrest and hemorraging the laser tunnel process of progress Through your consciousness and if you effortless to escape my mental break When I fornicate the mind with my sex lines you'll give or take it Only fools contemplate running away Or attempting what you play by the stench of my decay, just like the funnel As him play the russian roulette now tell me I will live the luckiest [Hook]