Cats Van Bags (remix)

(Slug)

We travel in a missile, weaving through your cornfields

Leaving behind a trail of amateur porn and orange peels

Navigating through this basement

That masquerades as a nation

Practicing my acetate masturbation

Watching the expressions on the faces

Of the ones designated to be the queens, kings, and aces

How many miles can you put on one soul

Before the smile starts to blend into one big bullet hole?

(Brother Ali)

Shoot through it as a unit with the best of my crew

Pumping melodies and memories too, my head's killing me (Oooh)

Stomach empty, my bladder is full

Two year old son on Jaybird phone

Crying, missing me

And I'm starving, I'll bite your arm off

Saber tooth tiger, run the night with the sharp claws

In your back yard just to fuck with your guard dogs

Throw a brick through your shit, come cut the alarm off

(Slug)

Fuck yes

I do my best to take advantage in bouts

With one hand over the mouth, still managing to shout

There's more said within the lines of your forehead

Then they could ever try to fine print on the inside of that warhead

Cross Country, like a little lost junkie

Make 'em hot and jumpy, trying to get that God money

Steering the van through the blizzards, the fanfare

Pivot when we visit, spit victim if you stand there

(Brother Ali)

Check a map of this picture, throw a dart at it

That's where

We took a room back full of kids and threw a heart at it

Angry like a hostage

Kicking like a little bitch in one of Dibbs's mosh pits

Shifting through your city limits, trying to find the raw shit

Thread a needle with it and weave a world of heads together

'Til we get em carsick

Face full of war paint, strapped ready for action

Battle cry just trying to seek the satisfaction of the captain

(Slug)

Climbed over the side, closed his eyes

Took a dive into his famed inspiration for staying alive

Swam to the shore

Stepped upon land

Walked up to a whore

Grabbed her by the hand and said

Hook:

Let the wheels spin, Let the room shake, Let the speakers blow

Let the light in, Let the kids play, Let the people know

Let the roof burn, Let the girls love, Let the heat flow

Let the world turn, Let the curbs up, Cats Van Bags Yo!

(Brother Ali)

Lock eyes with a thousand people at the same time

They mind believe in us

My style of graffiti is

Squeezing just the Midwest sweat out of my shirt

And leaving with my life essence embedded in your dirt

(Slug)

We work, move, and hustle with the rest of the gypsies

Spoon feed these issues to a new school of fishies

Swimming through a hazy shade of passion

Here they come, the Hazelden has-been

And his chapter

(Brother Ali)

Yea, that's them, the migrant seasonal workers

The finest imperial wordsmiths on the circuit

Two million smiles and running

Stomping, trying to flee the heat

Turn around shooting at the monster till his knees are weak

(Slug)

They call me Jesus Freak, I came to listen

Then I save you

Then I make you my favorite position

Chasing this pigeon down the street towards the banks

Just in case my my traffic receives Jeeps and tanks

(Both)

And we wander through this soul

So let it be known

Mama I don't know if I'm a ever be home

The revolution won't have any distribution

I love my son and my music so I gotta keep it moving like

Hook

Let the wheels spin, Let the room shake, Let the speakers blow

Let the light in, Let the kids play, Let the people know

Let the roof burn, Let the girls love, Let the heat flow

Let the world turn, Let the curbs up, Cats Van Bags Yo!