Travel (Remix)

[Hook]

Yo we travel like the wind across the rotten fruited plain

We travel like the blood that surrounds your brain

Atmosphere has landed, demandin that we raise the curve

Expand the kingdom, all heads of the earth

[Slug]

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 mc for him to waste

But no child, that ain't the case. Go find yourself a cause

I take advantage of your flaws and climb into yo drawers

Now didit damage your jaws

When it dropped and hit the pavement in shock

Thats why they keep me locked

Underneath the basement alot

Letting me out just to eat and shit

And every so often just to keep me fit

They gimme a new MC to rip

To pieces; Grip their neck. release is out of the question

Maybe theyll 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 MC food chain

And take your spot in the circle with pride

Reps die with dignity if you let em

And when they do, I respect them, welcome

The cure for your suffering, tell them it's pure

No subtle hints of weak substances cuttin it

I chuckle when ego and pride collide with judgement

Add that to your buzz and the results is malfunction

No longer shall I listen to your babble

Too many coming off the deep end

Where the steady stream is shallow

I have no remorse for those that drop, someday I’ll drop

Until then I'mma stay on top of heads like a bald spot

[Hook]

We travel like the wind across the rotten fruited plain

We travel like the blood that surrounds your brain

Atmosphere has landed, demandin 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, bought a bus card and lunch at Perkins

For fun I drain the essence from life forms of messes

Deal with daily stresses, and keep my mic warm with message

Ive learned how to hide my keys in the 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 4-shay, and everything's okay

According to commercials for the low-fat yoplait

And I know that there's no way to say what you need to hear

So I take the long way through your brain and put some flavor in your ear

Like using a cleaver on cantaloupe, leave your plans at hope

On the shoulder with the road-kill carcasses for those skilled smart-asses

Atmosphere coming clear to the ?runway to entertain?

Plastic bag in hand to scoop up all the brains

[Hook] - repeat 2X