Travel

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 rider names 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 why 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 Cell one 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 be money, in so long, 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 N-H, hold a space on your couch

For when I make it that way

Yo aliens 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, and a con, 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!

Dose one 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 parks, you keep a piece of my heart

The Double Door, Royal, Berama, and the Metro

Rubber Room, spow juice, lawful, unnatural

We're all trying to get there; the truth is we get along

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 Bowman Breaks

But trying to think of something sick to drop on vinyl, add in kicks, bass

And to my little brother Gel, what the hell, its time to party

We should dip to Mardi Grau, 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 fill you all before I leave this Earth...