Yo we travel like the across the rotten fruited plain We travel like the blood surrounds your brain has landed, demandin that we raise the curve Expand the kingdom, all of the earth
Once in a great while one has the heart to us But usually comes up close, he didn't who it was The name travels further the face He did not the profile Only saw an mc for him to waste but no child, that the case Go find a cause I take advantage of your climb into yo drawers Now damage your jaws When it and hit the pavement It shot, thats why they keep me Underneath the basement me out jus to eat and shit And so often jus to keep me fit They gimme a new mc to rip to Grip their neck, release is out of the Maybe theyll let me out if I a good impression So please don't make it personal when I flush me your vains Consider youself a big part of that great mc chain And take your spot in the with pride Reps die, dignity if you let em And when do, I respect them, welcome The cure for suffering, tell them it's pure No subtle hints of weak substances 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 coming off the end Where steady, stream, and shallow I have no remorse for those that some, they all drop Until then Imma stay on top of like a bald spot
We like the wind across the rotten fruited plain We travel like the blood that surrounds brain Atmosphere has landed, demandin that we raise the So unravel thoughts and come across in a verse
Yo I sold my car to the junk yard, couldnt with the insurance Gave me forty bucks, a bus card and lunch at bergins For fun I drain the essence from forms of messes Deal with daily stresses, and keep my mic with message Ive learned how to my keys in the matter of arrogance and confidence Contributing to my ego trips and Hes on some shit, no not yet, I'm jus my path I don't eat my words as often as I swallow my 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 your and put some flavor 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