Atmosphere - Cate Van Bags (Get Live Mix) (feat. Brother Ali) Lyrics
(Slug)We're travellin' a missileWeavin' through your cornfieldsLeaving behind a trail of ameteur porn and orange peelsNavigating through this basementthat masquerades as a nationPracticing my acetate masturbationWatching the expressions on the facesof the ones designated to be the queens, kings, and acesHow many miles can you put on one soulbefore the smile starts to blend into one big bullet hole?(Brother Ali)Shoot through it as a unit with the best of my crewPumpin' melodies and memories tooMy head's killin' me (ew)Stomach empty, my bladder is fullTwo year old son with JaybirdPhone dry and missing me (?)And I'm starvin' I'll bite your arm offSaber tooth tiger, run the night with the sharp clawsIn your back yard just to ***** with your gaurd dogsThrow a brick through your shit, come cut the alarm off(Slug)***** yesI do my best to take advantage in boutsPut one hand over the mouthStill managing to shoutTheres more said within the lines of your foreheadThen they could ever try to fineprint on the inside of that warheadCross CountryLike a little lost junkieMake 'em hot and jumpyTrying to get that God moneySteering the van through the blizzards, the fanfarePivot when we visitSpit victim if you stand there(Brother Ali)Check your map of this picture, throw a dart at itThat's whereWe took a room back for the kids and through a heart at itAngry like a hostageKickin' like a little ***** in one of Dibbs' moshpitsShifting through your city limits, trying to find the raw shitThread a needle with it and weave a world of heads together'Til we get em carsickFace full of war paint, strapped ready for actionBattle cry just trying to seek the satisfaction of the captain (?)(Slug)Climbed over the side, closed his eyesTook a dive into his famed inspiration for staying aliveSwam to the shoreStepped upon landWalked up to a whoreGrabbed her by the hand and saidHook:Let the wheels spin, Let the room shake, Let the speakers blowLet the light in, Let the kids play, Let the people knowLet the roof burn, Let the girls love, Let the heat flowLet the world turn, Let the curbs up, Cats Van Bags Yo!(Brother Ali)Lock eyes with a thousand people at the same timeThey mind believe in usMy style of graffiti isReason just the midwest sweat out of my shirtAnd leavin' with my life essence imbedded in your dirt(Slug)We work move and hustle with the rest of the gypsiesSpoon feed these issues to a new school of fishiesSwimmin' through a hazy shade of passionHere they come, the hazled and has been'dand his chaplin(Brother Ali)Thats them the migrant seasonal workersThe finest imperial wordsmiths on the circuittwo million smiles and runnin'Stompin' tryin to flee the heatTurn around shootin' at the monster 'til he's knees are weak(Slug)They call me Jesus FreakI came to listenThen I save youThen I make you my favorite positionChasing this pidgeon down the street towards the banksJust in case my my traffic recieves Jeeps and tanks(Both)And we wander through this soulSo let it be knownMama I dont know if I'm a ever be homeThe revolution wont have any distribution(Slug)I love my son and my music so I gotta keep it movin likeHook
