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