Atmosphere: Cats van bags

(Intro)I can't scratch, cause I'm drunkI got bad teeth and my gums are bleedingCome and fucking get me, motherfuckerYeah, break, start the song now, fucker(Verse 1)[Slug]We travelin the missle, weavin' through your cornfieldsLeavin behind a trail of amature porn and orange peelsNavagatin through this basement, the mascaradesAs our nation, practicin' my acid take, masturbationWatchin the expressions on the facesOf the ones designated to be the queens, kings, and (??)How many miles can you put on one soulBefore the smile starts to blend into one big bullet hole[Brother Ali]Shoot through it as a union, with the best of my crewBumpin melodys and memories too, my heads killin me, ohhStomach empty, my bladdar is full(????) on Jay Birds phone Cryin, ya missin meAnd I'm stallin', I'll bite ya arm offSabertooth Tiger, run the night with the sharp clawsIn ya backyard just to fuck with ya guard dogThrow a brick through your shit and cut the alarm offBitch[Slug]Fuck yes, I do my best to take advantage in boutsWith one hand over the mouth, still managin' to shoutTheres more said, then in the lines in your foreheadThen could ever try to find print on the inside of that warheadCross counrty, like a little lost junkyMake them hot and jumpy, trying to get that God moneyStearin the van through the blizzards, the fanfarePivit when we visit, spit victim if you stand there[Brother Ali]Take a map of this picture, throw a dart at it, thats whereWe took a room back full the kids and threw a heart at itAngry like a hostage, Kickin like a little bitch in one of Dibs's mosh pitsShifitin through your city limits tryin to find the raw shitThread and needle wit it, and weave a world of hate together, till we get'em car sickFace full of war paint, strapped ready for actionBattle cracks headin, trying to seek the satisfaction of the captain[Slug]Climbed over the side, closed his eyesTook a dive into his fame, inspiration for stayin aliveSwam to the shore, stepped upon landWalked up to a whore, grabbed her by the handAnd said(Chorus)[Slug & Brother Ali]Let the wheels spin, let the road shakeLet the speakers blowLet the line in, let the kids playLet the people knowLet the roof burn, let the girls loveLet the heat flowLet the world turn, let the curtains upCats Van Bags, Yo(Verse 2)[Brother Ali]Lock eyes, with a thousand people at the same timeThey minds, believin this, my style (???)Squeezin this, the mid west, sweat out of my shirtAnd leavin with my life essence embedded in ya dirt[Slug]We work, move, and hustle with the rest of the GypsiesSpoon feed these issues to a new school of FishiesSwimmin through a hazy shade of passionHere they come, the Hazleton has-been, and his chaplin[Brother Ali]Thats them, the migrants, seasonal workersThe finest imperial wordsmiths on the circuitTwo Million smiles and runnin, stompin', trying to flee the heatTurn around, shootin at the monster till his knees are weak[Slug]They call me Jesus Freak, I came to listenThen I save you, then I make you, my favorite positionChasin' this pidgeon down the street towards the banksJust in case, my traffic recieves jeeps and tanks(Bridge)[Slug]And we wonder through the snow(?), so let it be knownMama I dont know if I'ma ever be homeThe revolution wont have any distributionI love my son and my music so I gotta keep it movin'Like(Chorus)[Slug & Brother Ali]Let the wheels spin, let the road shakeLet the speakers blowLet the line in, let the kids playLet the people knowLet the roof burn, let the girls loveLet the heat flowLet the world turn, let the curtains upCats Van Bags, Yo