Yo we like the wind across the rotten fruited plain We like the blood that surrounds your brain Atmosphere has landed, demandin that we the curve the kingdom, all heads of the earth
Once in a great while one has the heart to us But usually up close, he didn't know who it was The travels further than the face He did not recognize the Only saw an mc for him to waste but no child, ain't the case Go yourself a cause I take advantage of your climb into yo drawers Now didit damage jaws When it dropped and hit the It shot, thats why they keep me Underneath the basement Letting me out jus to eat and And ever so jus to keep me fit gimme a new mc to rip to pieces Grip their neck, release is out of the Maybe theyll let me out if I a good impression So please don't it personal when I flush me through your vains Consider youself a big part of that great mc food And take your spot in the circle with Reps die, with if you let em And when they do, I them, welcome The cure for your suffering, them it's pure No hints of weak substances cuttin it I chuckle when evil and pride collide judgement Add that to your and the results is malfunction No longer should I to your babble Too many off the deep end it's steady, stream, and shallow I have no remorse for those drop some, they all drop Until then Imma stay on top of like a bald spot
We travel like the wind across the rotten fruited We like the blood that surrounds your brain has landed, demandin that we raise the curve So your thoughts and come across in a verse
Yo I my car to the junk yard, couldnt fuck with the insurance me forty bucks, bought a bus card and lunch at bergins For fun I drain the essence life forms of messes Deal with daily stresses, and keep my mic warm message Ive learned how to my keys in the matter of arrogance and confidence Contributing to my ego and accomplishments Hes on shit, no not yet, I'm jus follow my path I eat my words as often as I swallow my laugh Apollo is back, on the 4-shay, and everythings okay According to commercials for the lowback And I know that theres no way to say what you to hear So I take the long way to brain and put some flavor in your ear Like a clever on cantalope, leave your plans at hope On the with the road-kill carcasses for those skilled smart-asses Atmosphere coming clear to the to entertain? the bag? and scoop up all the brains