Travel

We travel like the wind across the rotten fruited plain

we travel like the blood that surrounds your brain

atmosphere has landed demanding that we raise the curve

expand the kingdom, all heads of the earth

Ay, yo, once in a great while

When one has the heart to approach us

We usually conduct flows

He didn't know who it was

And the name travels further than the face

He did not recognize the profile

Only saw an emcee for him to waste

With no child

That ain't the case

Go find yourself a cause

I'll take advantage of your flaws

And climb into your drawers

Now did it damage your jaws

When it dropped

And hit the pavement and shocked

That's why they keep me locked

Underneath the basement a lot

Lettin me out just to eat and shit

And every so often just to keep me fit

They give me a new emcee to rip

To pieces

Grip the neck

Release is out of the question

Maybe they'll let me out if i make a good impression

So please don't take it personal

When i flush me through your veins

Consider yourself a big part

Of that great emcee food chain

And take your spot in the circle with pride

Rep with dignity if you let em

And when they do, i respect em

Welcome the curious-suffering

And tell them it's pure

No subtle hints or weak substances cuttin it

I chuckle when an eager with pride collide with judgement

Add that to your buzz

And the result is malfunction

No longer shall i listen to your babble

Too many comin off the deep end

With a steady stream of shallow

I have no remorse for those that drop

Someday i'll drop

Until then i'ma stay on top

Of heads like a bald spot

(Slug)

Ay, yo, we travel like the wind across the rotten fruited plain

We travel like the blood that surrounds your brain

Atmosphere has landed demanding that we raise the curve

Expand the kingdom, all heads of the earth

We travel like the wind across the rotten fruited plain

We travel like the blood that surrounds your brain

Atmosphere has landed demanding that we raise the curve

So unravel your thoughts, and come across in a verse

Yo, sold my car

To the junk yard

Couldn't fuck with the insurance

Gave me forty bucks

Brought a bus card and

Lunch at Perkins

For fun i drain the essence

From the life forms of messes

Deal iwth daily stresses

And keep the mic warm with message

I've learned how to hide my keys

In a matter of variance and confidence

Contributing to my ego trips and accomplishments

''He's on some shit..''

No, not yet. i just follow my path

I don't eat my words as often as i swallow my laugh

Apollo is back

Landed on the foche

And everythings okay

According to the commercials for the Low-Fat Yoplait

And i no that there's no way

To say what you need to hear

So i take the long way through your brain

To put some flavor in your ear

Like using a cleaver on canteloupe

Leave your plans at home on the shoulder with the

roadkill carcasses of no skill smartasses

Atmosphere coming through to the midst of entertainment

Plastic bag in hand to scoop up all the brain shit

We travel like the wind across the rotten fruited plain

We travel like the blood that surrounds your brain

Atmosphere has landed demanding that we raise the curve

Expand the kingdom, all heads of the earth