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ATMOSPHERE lyrics : "Cats Van Bags"

(feat. Brother Ali)

[Intro]

I can't scratch, cause I'm drunk
I got bad teeth and my gums are bleeding
Come and $#&@ing get me, mother$#&@er

Yeah, break, start the song now, $#&@er

[Verse 1]

[Slug]
We travelin the missle, weavin' through your cornfields
Leavin behind a trail of amature !@$^ and orange peels

Navagatin through this ba!@&(t, the masquerades
As our nation, practicin' my acid take, masturbation
Watchin the expressions on the faces

Of the ones designated to be the queens, kings, and aces
How many miles can you put on one soul
Before the smile starts to blend into one big bullet hole


[Brother Ali]
Shoot through it as a union, with the best of my crew

Bumpin melodies and memories too, my heads killin me, ohh
Stomach empty, my bladder is full
Two years old son on Jay Birds phone Cryin, ya missin me

And I'm stallin', I'll bite ya arm off
Sabertooth Tiger, run the night with the sharp claws
In ya backyard just to $#&@ with ya guard dog

Throw a brick through your %#@! and cut the alarm off
(*##$


[Slug]
$#&@ yes, I do my best to take advantage in bouts
With one hand over the mouth, still managin' to shout

Theres more said, then in the lines in your forehead
Then could ever try to find print on the inside of that warhead
Cross country, like a little lost junky

Make them hot and jumpy, trying to get that God money
Stearin the van through the blizzards, the fanfare
Pivit when we visit, spit victim if you stand there


[Brother Ali]
Take a map of this picture, throw a dart at it, thats where

We took a room back full the kids and threw a heart at it
Angry like a hostage, Kickin like a little (*##$ in one of Dibs's mosh pits
Shifitin through your city limits tryin to find the raw %#@!

Thread and needle wit it, and weave a world of hate together, till we get
'em car sick
Face full of war paint, strapped ready for action

Battle cracks headin, trying to seek the satisfaction of the captain

[Slug]

Climbed over the side, closed his eyes
Took a dive into his fame, inspiration for stayin alive
Swam to the shore, stepped upon land

Walked up to a !@^%, grabbed her by the hand
And said


[Chorus]
[Slug & Brother Ali]
Let the wheels spin, let the road shake

Let the speakers blow
Let the line in, let the kids play
Let the people know

Let the roof burn, let the girls love
Let the heat flow
Let the world turn, let the curtains up

Cats Van Bags, Yo

[Verse 2]

[Brother Ali]
Lock eyes, with a thousand people at the same time
They minds, believin this, my style of graffiti is

Squeezin this, the mid west, sweat out of my shirt
And leavin with my life essence embedded in ya dirt


[Slug]
We work, move, and hustle with the rest of the Gypsies
Spoon feed these issues to a new school of Fishes
Swimmin through a hazy shade of passion
Here they come, the Hazleton has-been, and his chaplin


[Brother Ali]
Thats them, the migrants, seasonal workers
The finest imperial wordsmiths on the circuit
Two Million smiles and runnin, stompin', trying to flee the heat

Turn around, shootin at the monster till his knees are weak

[Slug]
They call me Jesus Freak, I came to listen
Then I save you, then I make you, my favorite position

Chasin' this pigeon down the street towards the banks
Just in case, my traffic receives jeeps and tanks

[Bridge]
[Slug]

And we wonder through the snow(?), so let it be known
Mama I don't know if I'ma ever be home
The revolution wont have any distribution
I love my son and my music so I gotta keep it movin'
Like


[Chorus]
[Slug & Brother Ali]
Let the wheels spin, let the road shake
Let the speakers blow
Let the line in, let the kids play
Let the people know
Let the roof burn, let the girls love

Let the heat flow
Let the world turn, let the curtains up
Cats Van Bags, Yo

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