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Yo we like the wind across the rotten fruited plain
We travel the blood that surrounds your brain
Atmosphere has landed, that we raise the curve
Expand the kingdom, all of the earth

Once in a while one has the heart to approach us
But usually comes up close, he didn't who it was
The name travels than the face
He did not recognize the
saw an mc for him to waste but no child, that ain't the case
Go find yourself a
I take advantage of flawsand climb into yo drawers
Now didit damage your
it dropped and hit the pavement
It shot, thats why keep me locked
Underneath the basement
me out jus to eat and shit
And so often jus to keep me fit
They gimme a new mc to rip to
Grip their neck, release is out of the
theyll let me out if I make a good impression
So please don't make it personal when I flush me your vains
Consider youself a big part of that great mc food
And take your spot in the circle pride
die, with dignity if you let em
And they do, I respect them, welcome
The cure for your suffering, tell it's pure
No subtle hints of weak cuttin it
I when evil and pride collide with judgement
Add that to buzz and the results is malfunction
No longer should I listen to babble
Too many off the deep end
Where it's steady, stream, and
I have no remorse for those that drop some, all drop
Until then Imma stay on top of heads a bald spot

We like the wind across the rotten fruited plain
We travel like the blood that surrounds brain
Atmosphere has landed, demandin that we raise the
So unravel your thoughts and come across in a

Yo I sold my car to the junk yard, couldnt fuck the insurance
Gave me forty bucks, bought a bus card and lunch at
For fun I drain the essence from forms of messes
Deal daily stresses, and keep my mic warm with message
Ive learned how to hack my keys in the matter of and confidence
Contributing to my ego and accomplishments
Hes on some shit, no not yet, I'm jus follow my
I eat my words as often as I swallow my laugh
is back, landed on the 4-shay, and everythings okay
According to commercials for the lowback
And I know that no way to say what you need to hear
So I take the way to your brain and put some flavor in your ear
Like a clever on cantalope, leave your plans at hope
On the shoudler with the road-kill carcasses for those smart-asses
Atmosphere coming clear to the ?runway to
the bag? and scoop up all the brains