Travel Atmosphere

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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 Micranots live, Kool [?] 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