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Yo we travel like the wind the rotten fruited plain
We travel like the blood surrounds your brain
Atmosphere has landed, demandin that we raise the
the kingdom, all heads 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 further than the face
He did not the profile
Only saw an mc for him to but no child, that ain't the case
Go find a cause
I take advantage of your flawsand into yo drawers
Now damage your jaws
When it dropped and hit the
It shot, thats why they me locked
Underneath the alot
me out jus to eat and shit
And ever so jus to keep me fit
gimme a new mc to rip to pieces
Grip neck, release is out of the question
Maybe theyll let me out if I make a impression
So please don't it personal when I flush me through your vains
Consider a big part of that great mc food chain
And take your spot in the circle pride
die, with dignity if you let em
And they do, I respect them, welcome
The for your suffering, tell them it's pure
No subtle hints of substances cuttin it
I chuckle when and pride collide with judgement
Add that to your and the results is malfunction
No longer should I listen to your
Too coming off the deep end
it's steady, stream, and shallow
I have no remorse for those that drop some, all drop
Until then Imma stay on top of heads like a bald

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

Yo I sold my car to the junk yard, couldnt fuck the insurance
Gave me forty bucks, a bus card and lunch at bergins
For fun I drain the essence from forms of messes
with daily stresses, and keep my mic warm with message
Ive learned how to hack my keys in the of arrogance and confidence
Contributing to my ego trips and
Hes on shit, no not yet, I'm jus follow my path
I eat my words as often as I swallow my laugh
is back, landed on the 4-shay, and everythings okay
According to commercials for the yoplay
And I know theres no way to say what you need to hear
So I take the way to your brain and put some flavor in your ear
Like using a on cantalope, leave your plans at hope
On the shoudler with the road-kill carcasses for those smart-asses
Atmosphere clear to the ?runway to entertain?
the bag? and scoop up all the brains