Lyrics Travel (remix) - Atmosphere
(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
One
has
the
heart
to
approach
us
But
usually
comes
up
close
He
didn′t
know
who
it
was
The
name
travels
further
than
the
face
He
did
not
recognize
the
profile
Only
saw
an
emcee
for
him
to
waste
But
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
in
shock
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
Reps
with
dignity
if
you
let
em
And
when
they
do,
i
respect
em
Welcome
the
cure
for
your
suffering
And
tell
them
it′s
pure
No
subtle
hints
or
weak
substances
cuttin
it
I
chuckle
when
an
ego
and
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
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
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
with
daily
stresses
And
keep
the
mic
warm
with
message
I′ve
learned
how
to
hide
my
keys
In
a
matter
of
arrogance
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
and
hope
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
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