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

Once in a great while one has the heart to us
But usually up close, he didn't know who it was
The name travels than the face
He did not the profile
Only saw an mc for him to waste but no child, that ain't the
Go yourself a cause
I take of your flawsand climb into yo drawers
Now didit damage your
it dropped and hit the pavement
It shot, thats why they me locked
Underneath the alot
me out jus to eat and shit
And so often jus to keep me fit
gimme a new mc to rip to pieces
Grip their neck, is out of the question
Maybe theyll let me out if I make a impression
So please don't make it personal when I me through your vains
Consider youself a big part of that great mc chain
And take your in the circle with pride
Reps die, 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 weak cuttin it
I chuckle evil and pride collide with judgement
Add that to buzz and the results is malfunction
No longer should I listen to your
Too many off the deep end
it's steady, stream, and shallow
I have no remorse for those that drop some, they all
Until Imma stay on top of heads like a bald spot

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

Yo I sold my car to the junk yard, couldnt fuck with the
Gave me forty bucks, bought a bus and lunch at bergins
For fun I drain the from life 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 follow my
I eat my words as often as I swallow my laugh
Apollo is back, on the 4-shay, and everythings okay
to commercials for the lowback yoplay
And I know that no way to say what you need to hear
So I take the long way to your and put some flavor in your ear
Like using a clever on cantalope, leave your at hope
On the shoudler with the road-kill for those skilled smart-asses
Atmosphere clear to the ?runway to entertain?
?blast the bag? and up all the brains