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Yo 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, demanding that we raise the curve
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Expand the kingdom, all heads of the earth
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[Slug]
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Once in a great while one has the heart to approach us
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But usually comes up close, he didn't know who it was
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The name travels further than the face
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He did not recognize the profile
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Only saw an MC for him to waste but no child, that ain't the case
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Go find yourself a cause
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I take advantage of your flaws and climb into your drawers
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Now did it damage your jaws
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When it dropped and hit the pavement
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It shot, thats why they keep me locked
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Underneath the basement a lot
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Letting me out just to eat and shit
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And every so often just to keep me fit
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They gimme a new MC to rip to pieces
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Grip their neck, release is out of the question
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Maybe they'll let me out if I make a good impression
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So please don't make it personal when I flush me through your veins
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Consider yourself a big part of that great MC food chain
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And take your spot in the circle with pride
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Reps die with dignity if you let them
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And when they do, I respect them
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Welcome, the cure for your suffering, tell them it's pure
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No subtle hints of weak substances cutting it
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I chuckle when evil and pride collide with judgement
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Add that to your buzz and the results is malfunction
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No longer should I listen to your babble
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Too many coming off the deep end
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Where it's steady, stream, and shallow
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I have no remorse for those that drop some day I'll drop
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Until then Imma stay on top of heads like a bald spot
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[Chorus]
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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, demanding that we raise the curve
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So unravel your thoughts and come across in a verse
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[Slug]
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Yo I sold my car to the junk yard, couldn't fuck with the insurance
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Gave me forty bucks, bought a bus card and lunch at Bergins
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For fun I drain the essence from life forms of messes
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Deal with daily stresses, and keep my mic warm with message
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I've learned how to hack my keys in the matter of arrogance and confidence
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Contributing to my ego trips and accomplishments
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He's on some shit, no not yet, I just follow my path
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I don't eat my words as often as I swallow my laugh
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Apollo is back, landed on the 4-shay, and everythings okay
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According to commercials for the low fat yoplait
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And I know that theres no way to say what you need to hear
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So I take the long way to your brain and put some flavor in your ear
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Like using a clever on cantalope, leave your plans at hope
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On the shoulder with the road-kill carcasses for those skilled smart-asses
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Atmosphere coming clear to the ?runway to entertain?
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?blast the bag? and scoop up all the brains
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[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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Travel (Remix)
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Atmosphere |