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

Once in a great one has the heart to approach us
But usually comes up close, he didn't who it was
The name travels further 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 of your flawsand climb into yo drawers
Now damage your jaws
When it and hit the pavement
It shot, thats why they me locked
Underneath the basement
Letting me out jus to eat and
And so often jus to keep me fit
gimme a new mc to rip to pieces
Grip neck, release is out of the question
Maybe let me out if I make a good impression
So don't make it personal when I flush me through your vains
Consider youself a big part of that mc food chain
And take your in the circle with pride
Reps die, with if you let em
And when do, I respect them, welcome
The cure for your suffering, tell them pure
No subtle hints of weak substances it
I chuckle when evil and pride with judgement
Add that to your buzz and the results is
No longer should I listen to babble
Too many coming off the end
Where steady, stream, and shallow
I no remorse for those that drop some, they all drop
Until then Imma on top of heads like a bald spot

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

Yo I sold my car to the junk yard, fuck with the insurance
Gave me forty bucks, a bus card and lunch at bergins
For fun I drain the essence from life of messes
Deal with daily stresses, and my mic warm with message
Ive learned how to hack my in the matter of arrogance and confidence
to my ego trips and accomplishments
Hes on shit, no not yet, I'm jus follow my path
I don't eat my words as often as I swallow my
Apollo is back, on the 4-shay, and everythings okay
to commercials for the lowback yoplay
And I know that theres no way to say you need to hear
So I the long way to your brain and put some flavor in your ear
using a clever on cantalope, leave your 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