Travel

[Slug] 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, calling all heads of the earth The first tour brought us all the way to Dallas Seven deep in the MPV to keep the balance A van full of talent, with no place to sleep Hey yo Abuse, do you really think this food is safe to eat? Yo peace to that kid they call orgy (check this out) Without him, no heads in Texas would know me That fellow hooked us up with a hotel, and mics to rip on And Deep Ellum is decorated with Rhyme Sayers stickers And that same journey took me to Kansas City Missouri I think Danny boy still owes me money for tapes I met a writer named Gear who let us crash on his floor And drank a 30 pack of beer with that kid dirty Dave From the Rave to the Y-Not, why not love Milwaukee Aaron Way and JB got that late night hype The rusty pelicans are eloquent at rocking a party And my man Selfone keeps the jam hella tight And speaking of tight, have you ever been to Atlanta? That’s where the micronauts live, cool lock and I self Hey yo Shocka, I vow how until the end of now No matter what where what why how, mi casa es su casa You gotta love St. Louis, where the culture’s awake With the dance, the paint, the beats and the rhymes Yo peace to B-Money, SOLO, no matter where I go Seems like a always leave a piece of me behind 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 And let the mans work stand behind his words I gotta give my peace to the people out east My man Amall, standing tall in the belly of the beast In Adium Lounge, and out in NH, hold a space on your couch For when I make it that way Yo Alias I feel your pain So keep saving the children and keep praying for rain Cause when the water falls, the puddles will never drain And they’ll discover the love that lives in Maine There’s a garden that’s growing out in Baltimore Lab tech runs voice through a monitor Philadelphia, New Jersey, and Boston on the paper In the car, I get lost quite often Crossing the border to Canada, and watching it grow 6’2 in Buck 65 knee deep in snow Aaron Knewal introduced me to the newfi groupies And the Toronto, Doc’s got the studio hot New York, New York, big city of dreams Get with me when you’re ready to be part of the team My man Aesop Rock, prepped the theories for the launch And in the Bronx, it’s where Mike Ladd holds the Conch And out west, yes, the weather’s blessed But I could never mess with ya’lls earthquakes I’m trying to live to see another birthday, so I’ll only visit for a minute to kick it with Sole Mood swing, Anticon, and a Cron and Nole DJ fingers down in San Diego Gotta a sense of my flows, for the wake up show Yo did you feel that tremor? I think its time for us to go 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 Moving town to town, looking for work. Cincinnati! Doseone is a weirdo, Mr. Dibbs is a hobo Illogic is my hero, I give nobody a promo Moid Pippis in the studio, with Yonie on the Oboe And no no, you cannot play with Lioness’s yo-yo And to Chicago! I don’t even know where to start Every time I leave your parts you keep a piece of my heart The Double Door, Royal, Berama, and the Metro Rubber Room, spow juice, lawful, All Natural We’re all trying to get there; the truth is we can't alone So peace to the soldiers from the parlor to Gramophone And love to HBK, and AMC, and NUR And DJ PNS needs a new cassette deck in his car You can catch me free styling on top of Molemen Breaks But trying to think of something sick to drop on vinyl, add in kicks, bass And to my little brother Jel, what the hell, its time to party We should dip to Mardi Gras, and find ourselves some women I travel with Ant; we travel at the speed of tongue No matter where I’m at, I don’t forget where I’m from In your Walkman, or in your girlfriend, it’s all alike I’m just grateful that I'm capable of holding this mic And holding it tight, and knowing what’s right And showing some light, and glowing so bright 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 I’m trying to feel you all before I leave this Earth… I’m trying to feel you all before I leave this Earth… (x7)