Chorus
Yo we travel like the wind across the rotten fruited plain
We travel like the blood that surrounds your brain
Atmosphere has landed, demandin that we raise the curve
Expand the kingdom, all heads of the earth

Slug
Once in a great while one has the heart to approach us
But usually cuz up close, he didn't know who it was
The name travels further than the face
He did not recognize the profile
Only saw an mc for him to waste. but no child, that ain't the case
Go find yourself a cause
I take advantage of your flaws. and climb into yo drawers
Now did it damage your jaws?
When it dropped and hit the pavement in shock?
that's why they keep me locked
Underneath the basement alot
Letting me out jus to eat and shit
And every so often jus to keep me fit
They gimme a new mc to rip - to pieces
Grip their neck, release is out of the question
Maybe theyll let me out if I make a good impression
So please don't take it personal when I flush me through your vains
Consider youself a big part of that great mc food chain
And take your spot in the circle with pride
Reps die, with dignity if you let em
And when they do, I respect them, welcome
The cure for your suffering, tell them it's pure
No subtle hints of weak substances cuttin it
I chuckle when ego and pride collide with judgement
Add that to your buzz and the results is malfunction
No longer should I listen to your babble
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with a steady stream of shallow.
I have no remorse for those that drop,
some day ill drop.
Until then I'mma stay on top of heads like a bald spot

Chorus
We travel like the wind across the rotten fruited plain
We travel like the blood that surrounds your brain
Atmosphere has landed, demandin that we raise the curve
So unravel your thoughts and come across in a verse

Slug
Yo I sold my car to the junk yard, couldn't fuck with the insurance
Gave me forty bucks, bought a bus card and lunch at Perkins.
For fun I drain the essence from life forms of messes
Deal with daily stresses, and keep my mic warm with message
I've learned how to hack my keys in the
matter of arrogance and confidence
Contributing to my ego trips and accomplishments
he's on some shit, no not yet, I'm jus follow my path
I don't eat my words as often as I swallow my laugh
Apollo is back, landed on the 4-shay, and everythings okay
According to commercials for the low fat yoplay
And I know that there's no way to say what you need to hear
So I take the long way to your brain and put some flavor in your ear
Like using a clever on cantalope, leave your plans at hope
On the shoudler with the road-kill carcasses
for those no skilled smart-asses
Atmosphere coming clear to the ?runway to entertain?
?blast the bag? and scoop up all the brains

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