We travel like the wind across the rotten-fruited plain ?
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We travel like the blood that surrounds your brain ?
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Atmosphere has landed, demandin that we raise the curve ?
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Expand the kingdom, calling all heads of the earth
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The first tour brought us all the way to Dallas
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Seven deep in the MPV to keep the balance
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A van full of talent, with no place to sleep
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Hey yo abuse, do you really think this food is safe to eat?
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Yo peace to that kid they call orgy (check this out)
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Without him, no heads in Texas would know me
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That fellow hooked us up with a hotel, and mics to rip on
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And Deep Ellum is decorated with Rhyme Sayers stickers
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And that same journey took me to Kansas City Missouri
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I think Danny boy still owes me money for tapes
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I met a writer names Gear who let us crash on his floor
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And drank a 30 pack of beer with that kid dirty Dave
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From the Rave to the why not, why not love Milwaukee
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Aaron Way and JB got that late night hype
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The rusty pelicans are eloquent at rocking a party
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And my man Selfone keeps the jam hella tight
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And speaking of tight, have you ever been to Atlanta?
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That¡¯s where the micronauts live, cool lock and I self
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Hey yo Shocka, I vow how until the end of now
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No matter what where what why how, mi casa es su casa
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You gotta love St. Louis, where the culture¡¯s awake
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With the dance, the paint, the beats and the rhymes
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Yo peace to be money, in so long, no matter where I go
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Seems like a always leave a piece of me behind
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We travel like the wind across the rotten-fruited plain ?
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We travel like the blood that surrounds your brain ?
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Atmosphere has landed, demandin that we raise the curve ?
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And let the mans work stand behind his words
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I gotta give my peace to the people out east
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My man Amall, standing tall in the belly of the beast
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In adium lounge, and out in NH, hold a space on your couch
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For when I make it that way
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Yo Alias I feel your pain
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So keep saving the children and keep praying for rain
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Cause when the water falls, the puddles will never drain
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And they¡¯ll discover the love that lives in Maine
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There¡¯s a garden that¡¯s growing out in Baltimore
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Lab tech runs voice through a monitor
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Philadelphia, New Jersey, and Boston on the paper,
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In the car, I get lost quite often
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Crossing the border to Canada, and watching it grow
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6¡¯2 in Buck 65 knee deep in snow
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Aaron Knewal introduced me to the newfi groupies
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And the Toronto, Doc¡¯s got the studio hot
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New York, New York, big city of dreams
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Get with me when you¡¯re ready to be part of the team
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My man Aesop Rock, prepped the theories for the launch
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And in the Bronx, it¡¯s where Mike Ladd holds the Conch
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And out west, yes, the weather¡¯s blessed
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But I could never mess with ya¡¯lls earthquakes
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I¡¯m trying to live to see another birthday, so
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I¡¯ll only visit for a minute to kick it with Sole
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Mood swing, Anticon, and a cron and nole,
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DJ fingers down in San Diego
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Gotta a sense of my flows, for the wake up show
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Yo did you feel that tremor?
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I think its time for us to go
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We travel like the wind across the rotten-fruited plain ?
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We travel like the blood that surrounds your brain ?
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Atmosphere has landed, demandin that we raise the curve ?
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Moving town to town, looking for work. Cincinnati!
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Dose one is a weirdo, Mr. Dibbs is a hobo
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Illogic is my hero, I give nobody a promo
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Moid Pippis in the studio, with Yonie on the Oboe
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And no no, you cannot play with Lioness¡¯s yo-yo
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And to Chicago! I don¡¯t even know where to start
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Every time I leave your parts you keep a piece of my heart
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The Double Door, Royal, Berama, and the Metro
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Rubber Room, spow juice, lawful, All Natural
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We¡¯re all trying to get there; the truth is we get along
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So peace to the soldiers from the parlor to Gramaphone
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And love to HBK, and AMC, and NUR
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And DJ PNS needs a new cassette deck in his car
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You can catch me free styling on top of Molemen Breaks
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But trying to think of something sick to drop on vinyl, add in kicks, bass
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And to my little brother Jel, what the hell, its time to party
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We should dip to Mardi Gras, and find ourselves som |