Atmosphere: Travel

(Slug) We travel like the wind across the rotten fruited plain we travel like the blood that surrounds your brain atmosphere has landed demanding that we raise the curve expand the kingdom, all heads of the earth (Slug)Ay, yo, once in a great while When one has the heart to approach us We usually conduct flows He didn't know who it was And the name travels further than the face He did not recognize the profile Only saw an emcee for him to waste With no child That ain't the case Go find yourself a cause I'll take advantage of your flaws And climb into your drawers Now did it damage your jaws When it dropped And hit the pavement and shocked That's why they keep me locked Underneath the basement a lot Lettin me out just to eat and shit And every so often just to keep me fit They give me a new emcee to rip To pieces Grip the neck Release is out of the question Maybe they'll let me out if i make a good impression So please don't take it personal When i flush me through your veins Consider yourself a big part Of that great emcee food chain And take your spot in the circle with pride Rep with dignity if you let em And when they do, i respect em Welcome the curious-suffering And tell them it's pure No subtle hints or weak substances cuttin it I chuckle when an eager with pride collide with judgement Add that to your buzz And the result is malfunction No longer shall i listen to your babble Too many comin off the deep end With a steady stream of shallow I have no remorse for those that drop Someday i'll drop Until then i'ma stay on top Of heads like a bald spot (Slug) Ay, yo, we travel like the wind across the rotten fruited plain We travel like the blood that surrounds your brain Atmosphere has landed demanding that we raise the curve Expand the kingdom, all heads of the earth We travel like the wind across the rotten fruited plain We travel like the blood that surrounds your brain Atmosphere has landed demanding that we raise the curve So unravel your thoughts, and come across in a verse (Slug) Yo, sold my car To the junk yard Couldn't fuck with the insurance Gave me forty bucks Brought a bus card and Lunch at Perkins For fun i drain the essence From the life forms of messes Deal iwth daily stresses And keep the mic warm with message I've learned how to hide my keys In a matter of variance and confidence Contributing to my ego trips and accomplishments "He's on some shit.." No, not yet. i just follow my path I don't eat my words as often as i swallow my laugh Apollo is back Landed on the foche And everythings okay According to the commercials for the Low-Fat Yoplait And i no that there's no way To say what you need to hear So i take the long way through your brain To put some flavor in your ear Like using a cleaver on canteloupe Leave your plans at home on the shoulder with the roadkill carcasses of no skill smartasses Atmosphere coming through to the midst of entertainment Plastic bag in hand to scoop up all the brain shit (Slug) We travel like the wind across the rotten fruited plain We travel like the blood that surrounds your brain Atmosphere has landed demanding that we raise the curve Expand the kingdom, all heads of the earth